"..Jamie and I had a perfect summer. With more love than most people
experience in a lifetime. And then she went. With her undying faith."
A gentle ray of sunlight pools in through the open curtain. She looks so beautiful. No, more than beautiful. Gorgeous. Outstanding. Perfect. I watch as the light sets in on my wife, and illuminates her soft features. She stirs slightly, and then her eyelids flutter open. A smile is immediately set upon her full lips.
"Good morning husband."
"Good morning wife."
For a while, we just lay there, basking in the warmth of the sunlight, and gazing into each other's eyes. Gingerly, she leans forward and plants a light kiss upon my brow. My eyes close, savoring the feel of her soft skin on mine. "Yesterday was so perfect. I still can't believe we're married. It feels like a dream. She speaks softly, looking lovingly into my eyes. "I love you, Landon." She whispers. "I love you too." Slowly, she sits up, and climbs out from under the blankets. Again, I lay back, my hands behind my head. My eyes close. She's so perfect. A twinge of pain enters my mind. If she's so perfect, then why? Why, God?
"Landon?" Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Are you getting up?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah I'm coming."
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower." She says.
"I'll go start some breakfast." I reply.
After throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt, I head downstairs to start cooking. Our house is small, but more than we could ever have hoped for. For a wedding gift, my mother and father, Jamie's father, and all of our friends pooled together money, and were able to buy us a small house. It consists of one bedroom, two bathrooms, a kitchen, small living room, and dining area that is attached to the kitchen. Jamie and I don't mind the size. It's cozy. It's our home. Twenty minutes later, Jamie emerges from the upstairs, showered and dressed. She's wearing a pair of jeans, light blue shirt, and the pink sweater I gave her all those weeks back. She comes up behind me as I'm flipping pancakes, and rests her head between my shoulder blades. Her arms wrap around my waste. Turning to toward her, I take her face in my hands, and lean in for a gentle kiss. All of a sudden, her knees buckle and give out. Luckily, I am able to catch her by the waste and arms. She takes several deep breaths and I hold her close.
"Are you alright?" I question.
"I - I'm okay." She says.
Slowly, I help her over to a chair. Kneeling down, I take her cheek in hand and look deeply into her eyes.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask, trying to sound less worried than I am.
"I'm fine." Is her simple reply. A crooked smile crosses her lips. "Landon, she pauses. "is something burning?"
A gentle ray of sunlight pools in through the open curtain. She looks so beautiful. No, more than beautiful. Gorgeous. Outstanding. Perfect. I watch as the light sets in on my wife, and illuminates her soft features. She stirs slightly, and then her eyelids flutter open. A smile is immediately set upon her full lips.
"Good morning husband."
"Good morning wife."
For a while, we just lay there, basking in the warmth of the sunlight, and gazing into each other's eyes. Gingerly, she leans forward and plants a light kiss upon my brow. My eyes close, savoring the feel of her soft skin on mine. "Yesterday was so perfect. I still can't believe we're married. It feels like a dream. She speaks softly, looking lovingly into my eyes. "I love you, Landon." She whispers. "I love you too." Slowly, she sits up, and climbs out from under the blankets. Again, I lay back, my hands behind my head. My eyes close. She's so perfect. A twinge of pain enters my mind. If she's so perfect, then why? Why, God?
"Landon?" Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Are you getting up?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah I'm coming."
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower." She says.
"I'll go start some breakfast." I reply.
After throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt, I head downstairs to start cooking. Our house is small, but more than we could ever have hoped for. For a wedding gift, my mother and father, Jamie's father, and all of our friends pooled together money, and were able to buy us a small house. It consists of one bedroom, two bathrooms, a kitchen, small living room, and dining area that is attached to the kitchen. Jamie and I don't mind the size. It's cozy. It's our home. Twenty minutes later, Jamie emerges from the upstairs, showered and dressed. She's wearing a pair of jeans, light blue shirt, and the pink sweater I gave her all those weeks back. She comes up behind me as I'm flipping pancakes, and rests her head between my shoulder blades. Her arms wrap around my waste. Turning to toward her, I take her face in my hands, and lean in for a gentle kiss. All of a sudden, her knees buckle and give out. Luckily, I am able to catch her by the waste and arms. She takes several deep breaths and I hold her close.
"Are you alright?" I question.
"I - I'm okay." She says.
Slowly, I help her over to a chair. Kneeling down, I take her cheek in hand and look deeply into her eyes.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask, trying to sound less worried than I am.
"I'm fine." Is her simple reply. A crooked smile crosses her lips. "Landon, she pauses. "is something burning?"