amy and i had talked and i had promised her that i was n't going to call heather . chance was rolling around the floor in hysterics . he takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips to kiss my knuckles . this is how it is what is it ? speechless for the most part , only speaking up to beg to hold her son . `` if i could move , i 'd slap that out of your hand . her eyes overflowed with happy tears . he planned every detail , starting with reservations at d.d . 