[He's happy to let her draw out that kiss as long as she wants, keeping it sweet as he envisions a similar scene in his mind. That little boy, walking between him and Elizabeth and holding hands with both of them, just an afternoon walk on a sunny day. It is a beautiful image, and one he'd never thought he'd want to make a reality as much as he does right now.]

And then in a few years we could give him a little sister to tease and then be overly protective of once they got older. With any luck, she'll have your eyes.

[Once more he leans in, this time to kiss those tears away.]

And she won't be allowed to date anyone until she turns eighteen.