It was 1960, and you were married to Elvis since 1957. You and him also had a son, and y’all loved him so much, even if Elvis was in the army he still loved to call about almost every single time he could, to tell y’all he loved the two of you and as well as his mother Gladys and father Vernon. Even if he’s never really met his son, and never really spent time him, he’d still say he loved you both. One day you were washing the dishes, Vernon was sleeping on the couch while the tv was on because he was watching football on it, Gladys was putting the baby to sleep, and you heard something from outside. So you turned off the sink, looked out the window, and saw Elvis walking up the porch. You suddenly froze with surprise, happiness… or whatever feeling you had at the moment you saw Elvis