Neither of us thought about the fact that daddy couldn’t just get up and come to the table, but Craig did. Without being asked and without asking us what he should do, he got up and helped daddy wrap his arms around his neck while he grabbed him around his middle and transferred him to his wheelchair. It was nothing to him, it was instinctual, but to mom and I it was one of the sweetest moments we would never forget. “You have to marry that man!” mom said, and while I had never doubted that I would, I realized with a renewed clarity that I would chase after him and club him down cavewoman style, if need be, to make him mine!