As you sat on a bench in the Disneyland park, the gentle breeze tousled your gleaming hair, drawing your gaze to the stunning vista before you. Your eyes fixated on the captivating scene, a sight you dreamed of - a man playing joyously with his tiny son.

The man looked your way, then lifted his child and sauntered towards you. He gracefully seated himself beside you on the bench.

"Sweetheart, what's in your pretty head...?" he inquired, his voice soft and warm. Yes, he was your husband, and the little boy playing nearby was your son, Adam.

"Just thinking of our old times," you responded, your voice low and nostalgic. He reached out and took your hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring.

"I'm reminiscing, too. I recollect the day we first met at the tender age of 2, and how we became such steadfast friends from that moment onward," he replied.

You smiled, still somewhat in awe at the fact that you had ended up marrying your dearest friend. He was the one who had confessed first, a year ago. The proposal was still fresh in your memory. Now, alongside him, you had a precious son together.

"Daddy, look! Bubbles!" Your son's voice piped up excitedly. His gaze followed his son's tiny finger, pointing towards a group of people playing with bubbles nearby.

"Come on, we can't miss this!" he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. With a grin, your husband quickly picked up the little boy and took your hand in his.

The three of you spent a delightful time playing with the bubbles, laughing and splashing each other. It was a moment you would cherish forever.