It was unusually warm for an early February day. The sun glowed brightly in the mid afternoon sky. A lazy Sunday afternoon with a slight breeze drifting across the field.
A boy and a girl walked leisurely across the cornfield, church service over, Sunday dinner done and the dishes put away. A feast prepared by her sister had seemed extra good that day.
They held hands loosely, enjoying each other as they talked about nothing in particular, oblivious to anything except one another.
Stopping, he turned toward her and reached for her other hand. Now looking deep into her dark brown eyes, he began to tell her how he wished they could be together like this forever. Looking, not just into her eyes but deep into her soul, he was, in his own way telling her how much he loved her.
She suddenly stopped him mid-sentence and asked, “Do you know what you are saying?”
At that point, for him time suddenly froze. And the question echoed in his head — not just his head but his heart as well.
What was he saying? Did he really mean it? Seems he had quit speaking from his mind and let his heart take over. Let’s see, how long had he known her? Roughly five or was it six months. And only the third time they had been together.
Yes, there had been letters and phone calls. After all they lived more than 150 miles apart and had met on a blind date. But his heart ached for her, didn’t want to be without her…
Time thawed; and still looking deep into her eyes, he answered with a proper amount of trepidation in his voice, “Yes, yes I do.”
To his surprise, no, to his delight, she said smiling with her whole beautiful face, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
And then their arms slid around each other as they held tightly and kissed deeply.
The rest of their lives had just begun.
Happy Birthday Barbara