Quentin stopped by to visit us during his rounds. It is as if he waited for the day I would be discharged from the hospital. Well, He shook Andrew's hand, kissed me on my cheek, and admired my sons. "What a nice guy," Andrew said immediately after Quentin left the room."Yeah, he could win the ex-boyfriend-of-the-year award," I said, thinking that no matter how nice Quentin is, I am completely certain that I had done the right thing in breaking up with him. The fact that our relationship weathered the transition to friendship so seamlessly is just further confirmation.I put on my sweater that Andrew had given me for Christmas as he swaddled Joseph and Benjamin in Sandra's blankets, handing me both bundles, one in each arm. He proceeded to finish packing our belongings, which had spread to every corner of the room."I don't want to go," I said."Why not?" he asked.I explained my feelings in the best possible way—my feelings of wanting to stay in the hospital forever, with a fleet of

TWO YEARS AFTER THE KISS IN THE PARK . . . .It is a beautiful day in London. I waited in Holland Park, wearing an ivory gown made of chiffon so soft that I can't stop myself from touching it. The dress comes to a V in the back, and the front is gathered over the bust-line and accented with a shimmering of beads. The skirt is a loose A-line—romantic and simple—and it sways just right in the breeze. The lady at Kensington bridal shop told me that the design was inspired by the Edwardian era—which sounds like something Andrew will love. It was the first dress I tried on, but when you know something is right, you just know.As the string quartet begins to play, I peeked around the corner of the Belvedere, into the gardens, allowing myself a glimpse of Andrew. We've only been apart twenty-four hours, but for us, it is a long stretch that feels like a decade. Whether it is our separation, his Armani suit, or the emotion of the day, he has never looked more handsome. I feel a tightening in