My Sister Sent a ‘Congratulations Grandma Bride’ Cake to My Wedding at 56

“I’d like to be your man, if you’d have me.”

“I mean it,” my sister went on. “It’s getting kind of pathetic!”

I hung up gently, the way I always did, and let the silence settle back over the porch.

Daniel reached into his jacket. He didn’t kneel. He just opened his palm, and a small ring sat there, plain and warm.

“I’m not a rich man, Margaret.” His voice was quiet but certain. “But I’d like to be your man, if you’d have me.”