Lowell was the kind of husband who remembered all the little things—your favorite flowers, how you took your tea, even the song you hummed when you were happy. Life with him was simple but perfect.

One rainy evening, as you danced together in the kitchen to an old love song, he suddenly stopped and looked at you with a tender smile. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

And in that moment, you realized there was no place in the world you’d rather be. You both had a beautiful two-year-old daughter who giggled as she tried to copy your dance moves, making the moment even more magical.