Greg arrived to pick up Jack on an idle Sunday morning.
"He just ate lunch. Do you guys have anything planned today?"
"Nah, just hanging out..."
And a smile sort of creeped across Greg's face. I knew this smile. It was the We Both Have News We're Not Telling Each Other smile.
"Sooo...in the near future, maybe, if you're comfortable with it, I'd like to meet Mr. Zack."
"Yes. Should I meet a Ms. Tristin?"
"We'll set something up soon."
"She's a great girl."
"I know. I trust your judgement."
"You'll like him."
"I'm happy. I'm happy you're happy."
And just like that, we had moved on. And what could have turned into mutual feelings of being territorial over Jack, concerned or even jealousy, had not even risen. We were two adults wanting the best for our son and, finally, allowing ourselves to have what was best for us and being civil and respectful enough to share it, to WANT to share it with each other.
For the first time, in years, I have never been so happy. I can feel it in my bones. Not just for myself but for him. For Jack. For the future.
"My dearest friend, you'll soon begin to love again. To love again."