"I tackled him when I saw him." Her voice was a gentle, if rueful at her enthusiasm. But having the gentle squeeze...

She moved to lean again Alan and offered a peaceful sigh.

"It'd been five years for me. And in all the important ways, he's exactly the same."

The smile came back to her face- a more warm, happier expression. "I'm going to marry him. I don't care if I have to make the ring out of tinfoil and ribbons, but I want him as my husband."