I do not own Liberty's Kids. Please enjoy this story and sorry for the rather large gap inbetween this and my previous story. A lot of things have happened since then and now. Anyway here is the main event!
A Home Needs Two Things: Family and Love
Introduction (James' POV)
December 18th, 1815
Tiny flakes of white fall from the sky, and onto the cold December ground. People hurry through the streets, trying to reach their destinations before the snow begins to fall harder. It's a beautiful sight that I never tire of. Philadelphia in winter is my tiny piece of heaven, even if it may not be that peaceful! Christmas arrives in about a week and I have barely had time to sit down, let alone write in this journal Sarah gave me last Christmas.
Currently I am sitting in the chair, by the fire in the print shop. The fire flickers orange and red, casting a certain glow over the room. Sarah is sitting in the middle of the sofa sewing, looking as beautiful as ever, with her red hair glowing in the firelight. The light reflects off her emerald eyes, and I am rendered breathless every time I look in them. Beside her on one side is Clara, who is reading yet another book. Her green-blue eyes scan back and forth quickly across the page. Her blonde hair has yet again come out of its bun and a few strands hang around her face. On Sarah's other side is our youngest, Benjamin, who is fast asleep at this hour. His head rests on Sarah's thigh while his bare feet hang over the arm of the sofa. His red hair is easily visible across the room, and under his closed eyelids are two beautiful emerald eyes. He is still small, not even past the middle of my stomach in height, but he will grow eventually and end up more like his older brother.
I look over the sofa, and see five candle grouped together in the center of the dining table. Sitting in a chair near the candles is James Jr. His red-blonde hair, a mix of Sarah's and mine, is short like the current style. He is hunched over a group of papers and is writing hurriedly. His quill runs up and down the page and side to side. His blue eyes dart across the page and he is biting his lower lip. He hardly stops writing, except when he runs out of ink.
Three wonderful children and an amazing wife; just some of the unbelievable things I've given in my life. Each is a gift that I would never trade, even for the all riches of the world. Because, to me, a man isn't rich by gold or silver, but by the love he has shared and the love he has been given.
The question you are probably asking now is how I received these unbelievable gifts and what battles I fought through to get them. It is a long story, but one full of adventure, hardships, love, and triumph. It is a story that may only be a second in the history of the world, but it is an entire chapter in my life; or if I am to be exact, two years of my life, when I was but a young man of twenty four and twenty five. It was during the years of 1797 and 1798; two of the most life-changing years of my life, next to the year 1791 when Dr. Franklin died.
Many things have happened since then, but all of them happened because of what happened those two years. Those two years I will never forget, and neither will Sarah. But one day we will both be gone, just as dust in the wind. And even though we will be gone, the story of how we came together, how we fell in love, will remain.
It will remain here, here in this journal.
Forever.