When I pull up in front of Jamie's father's house, I close my eyes and
inhale. There is no point in increasing Reverend Sullivan's pain by letting
him see mine.
Slowly I walk up the pathway and knock on the door.
I smile as I remember Jamie's warm smile every time she threw open the door to that big, old house.
But it's not Jamie on the other side if the door as it opens.
Instead, it's Camilla, the maid that Reverend Sullivan hired not too long after Jamie and I were married.
She looks stressed and worn out as always, but she smiles her genuine smile at me and I smile back.
"Hello Mr. Carter, come in. Have a seat please."
"Thank you." I say as I sit down on the couch. The house once so foreign and professional to me had quickly become my second home once I married Jamie. So on my first visit back it seemed only natural to come here. Besides there was something I needed to do.
"Landon," Reverend Sullivan smiles, as he appeared in the doorway between the living room and his study, "you look good" he says embracing me.
"Thank you," I tell him, "you too."
We both sit back down and get ready to get reacquainted
"So what's new Landon?" he asks.
"Well," I say proudly, "I got into medical school."
He smiles, " I know you're mother told me that. We're so proud of you. Jamie would have been proud of you too." I sit quietly for a moment trying to wash away the happiness and sadness that both seem to fill my heart at the same time with his words.
"Listen," I say finally when I think I can speak again, "I want you to have this." I hold towards him Jamie's mother's book that she gave me when she was hospitalized nearly four and a half years earlier.
"Oh Landon, oh my," he says turning the precious book over in his hands, "thank you."
I look down for a moment and sigh as I give him the apology that's been haunting me for a while now, "I'm sorry she never got her miracle."
"She did," he chuckles to himself, "it was you."
I was Jamie's miracle! Is he nuts?! I think he's got it backwards.
Slowly I walk up the pathway and knock on the door.
I smile as I remember Jamie's warm smile every time she threw open the door to that big, old house.
But it's not Jamie on the other side if the door as it opens.
Instead, it's Camilla, the maid that Reverend Sullivan hired not too long after Jamie and I were married.
She looks stressed and worn out as always, but she smiles her genuine smile at me and I smile back.
"Hello Mr. Carter, come in. Have a seat please."
"Thank you." I say as I sit down on the couch. The house once so foreign and professional to me had quickly become my second home once I married Jamie. So on my first visit back it seemed only natural to come here. Besides there was something I needed to do.
"Landon," Reverend Sullivan smiles, as he appeared in the doorway between the living room and his study, "you look good" he says embracing me.
"Thank you," I tell him, "you too."
We both sit back down and get ready to get reacquainted
"So what's new Landon?" he asks.
"Well," I say proudly, "I got into medical school."
He smiles, " I know you're mother told me that. We're so proud of you. Jamie would have been proud of you too." I sit quietly for a moment trying to wash away the happiness and sadness that both seem to fill my heart at the same time with his words.
"Listen," I say finally when I think I can speak again, "I want you to have this." I hold towards him Jamie's mother's book that she gave me when she was hospitalized nearly four and a half years earlier.
"Oh Landon, oh my," he says turning the precious book over in his hands, "thank you."
I look down for a moment and sigh as I give him the apology that's been haunting me for a while now, "I'm sorry she never got her miracle."
"She did," he chuckles to himself, "it was you."
I was Jamie's miracle! Is he nuts?! I think he's got it backwards.