Chapter Two
Four years have come and gone since Jamie and I got our miracle. In those four years we have come to know an even stronger love than before. Her face is the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Our life together is really quite simple if you think about it. I wake up to her smile. By the time I get showered and dressed, breakfast is almost ready. I walk outside and get the paper, wave to my neighbor across the street and go back inside. My cup of coffee is on the counter…yes I drink coffee now…I take it and sip on it as I read the paper in my other hand. Jamie sets our breakfast on the table and we talk about the latest headlines and anything that needs to be discussed before we part for the day.
Jamie always reads a verse of scripture to me. She says it's the only way to start the day…and she's right. Somehow it always puts my day into perspective. We kiss goodbye and I head off to one of my classes while Jamie cleans up the kitchen and gets ready for work. After my class is over, I go to work as well. Jamie works at the orphanage and I…am a waiter if you can believe that. Hey…it pays the bills and doesn't require a degree…which I am working on. Luckily, my dad is paying for my education and Jamie's job does pay a decent amount. We're not rich by any means, but we make it just fine.
I get home about six thirty and Jamie's home by that point. I can usually find her in the kitchen making dinner or out back working in the garden. We'll eat dinner shortly there after, maybe watch a little TV, and sometimes I have to go to a night class or back to work. Jamie decided she wanted to be a teacher. She felt that's what God called her to do. She plans to begin teaching next fall. Our daily routine varies slightly depending on what day it is, but as you can see…it is very simple…busy, but simple.
But there's something that makes us different from the rest. And that is our love. Sure being married so young has made things more difficult. It's one more thing to keep up with I guess. But loving Jamie has never been difficult, nor has keeping my commitment to her. The very thought of her not being my wife makes me sick, and I'm so thankful I haven't had to live the past four years without her.
As I pull into our driveway, just as I have many times before, I feel that certain twinge of anxiousness rise within me. It's the one I get every night…the excitement that I'm about to see Jamie again. Coming home to her every night is the best part of my day. I'll walk in to the aroma of dinner and then, I see her smile. She'll kiss me and ask about my day. Then she'll tell me about one of the children she worked with that day and what a blessing they are. And I'll smile because that's my Jamie. She never changes and it's comforting to have such a constant in my life.
Tonight I'm extra anxious though. I have some really exciting news to tell her. I walk inside the house and call her name. After a moment of silence I her faintly saying she's out back. I walk through the already open patio door and see her on watering the flowers. Her face immediately lights up when she sees my bright expression. I kiss her and leave my arms around her waist. "I got in." Is all I whisper. She looks up at me confused for a moment. Then it hits her. A smile quickly grows on her face.
"You got in to medical school?" She asks expectantly and I nod.
"Oh Landon!" She clasps her hands together briefly and then throws her arms around me. "I'm so happy for you…I knew you could do it!" I hold her tightly and close my eyes. Her joy was coming from my happiness. I couldn't have asked for anyone to be more supportive than she was.
"Why didn't you call me, I would have made something special for dinner?"
"Because I wanted to see the expression on your face."
"I'm so proud of you." She whispers as she kisses me.
~
We had our own celebration that night…just the two of us. And the night turned into morning. The alarm clock goes off and I squint at the morning sun coming in through the white curtains. Jamie begins to wake up as well. She rolls over and kisses me. "Mmm…morning." She mumbles, resting her head on my chest. I run my fingers through her soft hair allowing my eyes to rest a little longer. She sighs and sits up. "I'll go make breakfast." She says and puts on her robe, then heads out of the bedroom. It's a day just like any other day, but I smile… it just doesn't get any better than this.
To be continued…
Four years have come and gone since Jamie and I got our miracle. In those four years we have come to know an even stronger love than before. Her face is the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Our life together is really quite simple if you think about it. I wake up to her smile. By the time I get showered and dressed, breakfast is almost ready. I walk outside and get the paper, wave to my neighbor across the street and go back inside. My cup of coffee is on the counter…yes I drink coffee now…I take it and sip on it as I read the paper in my other hand. Jamie sets our breakfast on the table and we talk about the latest headlines and anything that needs to be discussed before we part for the day.
Jamie always reads a verse of scripture to me. She says it's the only way to start the day…and she's right. Somehow it always puts my day into perspective. We kiss goodbye and I head off to one of my classes while Jamie cleans up the kitchen and gets ready for work. After my class is over, I go to work as well. Jamie works at the orphanage and I…am a waiter if you can believe that. Hey…it pays the bills and doesn't require a degree…which I am working on. Luckily, my dad is paying for my education and Jamie's job does pay a decent amount. We're not rich by any means, but we make it just fine.
I get home about six thirty and Jamie's home by that point. I can usually find her in the kitchen making dinner or out back working in the garden. We'll eat dinner shortly there after, maybe watch a little TV, and sometimes I have to go to a night class or back to work. Jamie decided she wanted to be a teacher. She felt that's what God called her to do. She plans to begin teaching next fall. Our daily routine varies slightly depending on what day it is, but as you can see…it is very simple…busy, but simple.
But there's something that makes us different from the rest. And that is our love. Sure being married so young has made things more difficult. It's one more thing to keep up with I guess. But loving Jamie has never been difficult, nor has keeping my commitment to her. The very thought of her not being my wife makes me sick, and I'm so thankful I haven't had to live the past four years without her.
As I pull into our driveway, just as I have many times before, I feel that certain twinge of anxiousness rise within me. It's the one I get every night…the excitement that I'm about to see Jamie again. Coming home to her every night is the best part of my day. I'll walk in to the aroma of dinner and then, I see her smile. She'll kiss me and ask about my day. Then she'll tell me about one of the children she worked with that day and what a blessing they are. And I'll smile because that's my Jamie. She never changes and it's comforting to have such a constant in my life.
Tonight I'm extra anxious though. I have some really exciting news to tell her. I walk inside the house and call her name. After a moment of silence I her faintly saying she's out back. I walk through the already open patio door and see her on watering the flowers. Her face immediately lights up when she sees my bright expression. I kiss her and leave my arms around her waist. "I got in." Is all I whisper. She looks up at me confused for a moment. Then it hits her. A smile quickly grows on her face.
"You got in to medical school?" She asks expectantly and I nod.
"Oh Landon!" She clasps her hands together briefly and then throws her arms around me. "I'm so happy for you…I knew you could do it!" I hold her tightly and close my eyes. Her joy was coming from my happiness. I couldn't have asked for anyone to be more supportive than she was.
"Why didn't you call me, I would have made something special for dinner?"
"Because I wanted to see the expression on your face."
"I'm so proud of you." She whispers as she kisses me.
~
We had our own celebration that night…just the two of us. And the night turned into morning. The alarm clock goes off and I squint at the morning sun coming in through the white curtains. Jamie begins to wake up as well. She rolls over and kisses me. "Mmm…morning." She mumbles, resting her head on my chest. I run my fingers through her soft hair allowing my eyes to rest a little longer. She sighs and sits up. "I'll go make breakfast." She says and puts on her robe, then heads out of the bedroom. It's a day just like any other day, but I smile… it just doesn't get any better than this.
To be continued…