So far, she’s flawless. She’s killing it.

“Yes!” Aiden shouts when she nails her double pike.

He’s gripping my hand so tightly as we watch that I might have some broken bones in my fingers by the end of her routine. I can’t even focus on the pain right now. I’m fully focused on her.

We’re at the Berlin Olympics, watching our daughter compete for the gold medal in the women’s trampoline individual final.

I’m so proud of her.

After having three boys, I finally got a girl.

And she’s been a gymnastics star since she learned how to walk.

Jackie was always hanging around my studio and at six years old, she was better than some of the kids who were double her age.

She was a natural at it.

Not only was she a natural, but she was even more dedicated and driven than I ever was. She wanted to be a champion and asked for my help.

I’ve been training with her ever since and it’s all led up to this moment.

I can barely watch, but at the same time, I can’t take my eyes off her.

She completes her flawless routine and the whole arena explodes into cheers and chants of “USA! USA! USA!”

Aiden and I leap to our feet and cheer as loudly as we can as she waves at us with a big triumphant smile on her face. Her three brothers are beside me, hollering as they wave American flags around.

She just won herself a gold medal.

I know it. There’s no way anyone can beat that epic routine.

She walks off, hugs her coach, and then sits on the bench while the scores come in.

Aiden and I can barely breathe as we wait.

She was the last to go and the current leader from Canada has a high score of 56.480. It’s a nearly unbeatable score. The winner in the last Olympics won the gold with a 56.041.

“She’s got this,” Ethan says as he puts his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom. You trained her well.”

I give my oldest son a loving smile and then turn back to Jackie with my stomach in knots.

“56.671,” the announcer says over the loudspeakers. We roar in happiness—jumping, hugging, and crying as every American in the place goes nuts.

“She did it,” I say in disbelief as Aiden and I cling to each other. “She really did it.”

He pulls away from me and gazes into my eyes with a warm smile on his face. “You both did it,” he says with watery eyes. “You get a gold medal for being an amazing mom.”

Tears flood my eyes as I bury my face into his big warm chest, letting him wrap his muscular arms around me.

I love this man.

I don’t know what I did to deserve him or how I got so lucky to find him, but I’m so happy I did.

I feel like I got a gold medal in life with him by my side.

The End!

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