Quietly, I follow Jack toward the door and watch him carefully peel the paper off the picture of Elvis first, followed right away the one of the dogs. I've arranged them just so, making it clear that they were taken at nearly the same time or at least gives the impression they were.

There's something thick in Jack's voice and I can feel my own throat tighten a bit as I nod and smile over at him.

"Mine too," I tell him because it's nothing but the truth. After all, I picked those pictures for a reason. They're both pieces of a larger story, capturing not only the moment but the relationship between them and what they mean to both us. They might be the closest thing to children we ever have together and I think they fill that spot pretty well, completing our little family of five, so to speak.

When he looks over at me, his eyes a little wet, I let out a rough sort of laugh and shake my head as I step in close, curling my arm with his. "I'm not the amazing one here. If anything, I'm showing you how amazing you are. How talented."