Landon pulled off of the highway turnoff marked "Beaufort." He had
been crying half of the way there, thinking of how much they already looked
like Jamie. He had been at Beaufort for only half a day, to see Jamie's
burial there. She had requested to be next to her father. He had also
bought a gravesite there, even though he remembered promising Jamie
sometime or another that he would move on. He looked at the picture he had
taped to the driving wheel of her. She was then at the park, sitting on a
teeter-totter, her belly protruding out, hoping she would see her children
play on one of those someday. He thought, tearfully, that she would never
see her children doing that. But then he corrected himself; of course she
would see them. Landon decided to sing to the children who were now asleep,
one of their mother's favorite songs.
bIEvery day I dream of you I see you I feel you And now and then I cry for you
But now you're here Without a trace Of the pain that put you Here in the first place
You walk around A smile plastered on your face You smile at me And take my breath away
And now and then I sing this song To remind you Of days long gone
And of the days That are still to come Whether the pain be there or gone
I will love and cherish The time that we have Till the day I'm gone
Till the day I'm gone.. /b/I
Landon looked through the mirror to see both of them staring at him. Then they smiled simultaneously. He almost had a heart attack. "Well, it seems you like that song," he said to them. "Baaa gaaaa ogggddd," replied Faith. Landon smiled at her. "We're almost at Grandma's!" he said excitedly. Hope cooed in response.
Landon pulled into the familiar driveway connected to his childhood house. Cynthia Carter ran out, having not seen her son since Jamie and himself left for Phoenix. "I'm a grandmother!" cried out Cynthia, hugging him. "Landon, I'm so sorry about Jamie." She started to cry. She had loved Jamie in the little time she had known her from getting her ready for her wedding and from church. She opened the van door to reveal to Hope and Faith, cooing and hands outstretched, eyes squinting from the sun that was streaming through. "Oh, they're so cute! But which is which?"
"The one with light brown hair is Hope and the one with dark brown hair is Faith," he said. "Well, come here Faith and Hope!" she squealed, unbuckling them and attaching one child to each arm. "Do you want me to take one?" he said, his arms outstretched to the nearest one. "No, no, I'm fine Landon. I may be getting older but I'm not too weak yet," she said, winking. Landon smiled and started to unpack the van.
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Landon moved back into his old room. The last time he had been in here was the day before he and Jamie's wedding. On the walls still hung pictures of Jamie, the day he purposed, the play, just an ordinary day at the beach, and he noticed how beautiful she looked in each and every one. He took these pictures down and added them to the collection. He hoped to go rummaging through some of the Reverend's things that had been stored until Jamie and himself could go through them. Guess it was just going to be him going through it.
Unless, of course, he let Hope and Faith go through it when they were older, to see if they could find pictures of their mom and see who could find the most pictures of her. It would probably be a game for them. He suddenly wondered where her bible was. He didn't leave it in Phoenix, did he? He went through all the bags of Jamie's things from Phoenix: clothes, picture of her father, picture of her and him, the book she had been reading at the time, the camera, no bible. He almost burst out crying. Where could it be?
A/N Thanks for the few reviews I have gotten. I really appreciate all of them and hope I get more =). BTW, I wrote that song. Thanks,
everlasting-oranges aka ~~Alyssa~~
bIEvery day I dream of you I see you I feel you And now and then I cry for you
But now you're here Without a trace Of the pain that put you Here in the first place
You walk around A smile plastered on your face You smile at me And take my breath away
And now and then I sing this song To remind you Of days long gone
And of the days That are still to come Whether the pain be there or gone
I will love and cherish The time that we have Till the day I'm gone
Till the day I'm gone.. /b/I
Landon looked through the mirror to see both of them staring at him. Then they smiled simultaneously. He almost had a heart attack. "Well, it seems you like that song," he said to them. "Baaa gaaaa ogggddd," replied Faith. Landon smiled at her. "We're almost at Grandma's!" he said excitedly. Hope cooed in response.
Landon pulled into the familiar driveway connected to his childhood house. Cynthia Carter ran out, having not seen her son since Jamie and himself left for Phoenix. "I'm a grandmother!" cried out Cynthia, hugging him. "Landon, I'm so sorry about Jamie." She started to cry. She had loved Jamie in the little time she had known her from getting her ready for her wedding and from church. She opened the van door to reveal to Hope and Faith, cooing and hands outstretched, eyes squinting from the sun that was streaming through. "Oh, they're so cute! But which is which?"
"The one with light brown hair is Hope and the one with dark brown hair is Faith," he said. "Well, come here Faith and Hope!" she squealed, unbuckling them and attaching one child to each arm. "Do you want me to take one?" he said, his arms outstretched to the nearest one. "No, no, I'm fine Landon. I may be getting older but I'm not too weak yet," she said, winking. Landon smiled and started to unpack the van.
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Landon moved back into his old room. The last time he had been in here was the day before he and Jamie's wedding. On the walls still hung pictures of Jamie, the day he purposed, the play, just an ordinary day at the beach, and he noticed how beautiful she looked in each and every one. He took these pictures down and added them to the collection. He hoped to go rummaging through some of the Reverend's things that had been stored until Jamie and himself could go through them. Guess it was just going to be him going through it.
Unless, of course, he let Hope and Faith go through it when they were older, to see if they could find pictures of their mom and see who could find the most pictures of her. It would probably be a game for them. He suddenly wondered where her bible was. He didn't leave it in Phoenix, did he? He went through all the bags of Jamie's things from Phoenix: clothes, picture of her father, picture of her and him, the book she had been reading at the time, the camera, no bible. He almost burst out crying. Where could it be?
A/N Thanks for the few reviews I have gotten. I really appreciate all of them and hope I get more =). BTW, I wrote that song. Thanks,
everlasting-oranges aka ~~Alyssa~~
