Landon:
My eyes snapped open to meet those of Jamie's.
"D - Did you say something?" I asked groggily.
"It's time for church, you have to get up." She smiled and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "I don't want to be late for choir."
"Okay, I'm getting up." I replied.
After a quick shower, and some breakfast, we made our way to the church. One thing Jamie loves most about this house is that it's only a five-minute walk from her father's church. After a brief session of songs, and my father in-law's sermon, Jamie and I met up with my parents, and Reverend Sullivan. After a brief hugs and handshakes, we all went our divided and went our separate ways. Jamie and I, back home, my father to his house, my mother to hers, and of course Reverend Sullivan back to the church to work on next weeks sermon.
The sky was a pale, gloomy gray. Heavy clouds drifted over the horizon, threatening to block the sunlight. We lay here, in our hammock, just gazing wistfully at the clouds. The world seems to come to a stop in those few, brief moments. And then, I felt something. Cool raindrops began slowly cascading down upon our figures.
"Landon!" Jamie suddenly exclaims.
"What is it? Is something wrong? Are -" She cuts me short with a finger to my lips. Slowly, she begins to rise out of my arms. I sit here, watching her, not sure what to say or do. She makes her way to the center of the yard. Arms outstretched, and face toward the heavens, she turns to face me. By now, the rain is descending in heavy sheets. Her figure is silhouetted in mist and water droplets. And then, she smiles at me, not just with her face, but her body, heart, and very essence of being. She beamed. All I can do was watch her. Then, as if returning from my daze, I walk over behind her, and wrap my arms around her waste, head on her shoulder. We stand here, suspended in a moment of timely bliss.
"I love you."
Those three words are all I can manage to get out at the moment. I see her here, now. All her beauty, love, and compassion for the world, for life, for..me. In silent prayer, I thank the Lord for the cascading rain, that conceal my own tears. Sighing, I walk around to face her. Reaching out for each other, we come together in a loving embrace. I can taste the salty tang of my tears, the rain, and.hers.
My eyes snapped open to meet those of Jamie's.
"D - Did you say something?" I asked groggily.
"It's time for church, you have to get up." She smiled and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "I don't want to be late for choir."
"Okay, I'm getting up." I replied.
After a quick shower, and some breakfast, we made our way to the church. One thing Jamie loves most about this house is that it's only a five-minute walk from her father's church. After a brief session of songs, and my father in-law's sermon, Jamie and I met up with my parents, and Reverend Sullivan. After a brief hugs and handshakes, we all went our divided and went our separate ways. Jamie and I, back home, my father to his house, my mother to hers, and of course Reverend Sullivan back to the church to work on next weeks sermon.
The sky was a pale, gloomy gray. Heavy clouds drifted over the horizon, threatening to block the sunlight. We lay here, in our hammock, just gazing wistfully at the clouds. The world seems to come to a stop in those few, brief moments. And then, I felt something. Cool raindrops began slowly cascading down upon our figures.
"Landon!" Jamie suddenly exclaims.
"What is it? Is something wrong? Are -" She cuts me short with a finger to my lips. Slowly, she begins to rise out of my arms. I sit here, watching her, not sure what to say or do. She makes her way to the center of the yard. Arms outstretched, and face toward the heavens, she turns to face me. By now, the rain is descending in heavy sheets. Her figure is silhouetted in mist and water droplets. And then, she smiles at me, not just with her face, but her body, heart, and very essence of being. She beamed. All I can do was watch her. Then, as if returning from my daze, I walk over behind her, and wrap my arms around her waste, head on her shoulder. We stand here, suspended in a moment of timely bliss.
"I love you."
Those three words are all I can manage to get out at the moment. I see her here, now. All her beauty, love, and compassion for the world, for life, for..me. In silent prayer, I thank the Lord for the cascading rain, that conceal my own tears. Sighing, I walk around to face her. Reaching out for each other, we come together in a loving embrace. I can taste the salty tang of my tears, the rain, and.hers.