I watched Ben place the ring on Rosie’s finger.
And I wondered if I truly knew the man I called my best friend.
“You chose well,”
***
Three years passed.
I got over my hurt feelings and met a great guy.
Rosie moved into a little yellow house with Ben on the edge of town.
She called me every morning at nine to tell me what she was wearing.
Then came the phone call I had prayed for.
“I’m going to be a mom,” Rosie whispered. “We’re having twins.”
Then came the phone call I had prayed for.
I dropped to the floor of my apartment, laughing and sobbing at once.
All my life, people had said Rosie would never live a normal life.
Now, she was going to be a mom.
I should have known joy that big could not travel alone.
The pregnancy was difficult.