Marriage Material

“Thank you, Mom.” She wraps her arms around me in a tight hold.

I hug her back, not wanting to let go, but I know I have to. I walk back into the kitchen to where Anderson is leaning against the counter, and he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight.

I watch our family laugh and eat together as I think about how blessed we really are. “Thank you for this,” my husband says against my ear as if reading my mind. “I love this family. I love you.” I turn my head to look up at him.

“I love you, too.” I lean up and bring my lips to his. I wrap my arms around his neck. “Who would have thought a guy like you would walk into this little town and give me the life I’d dreamed of?”

He hugs me close and brings his lips to my ear. “From the moment you smiled at me, I knew you were mine. You were more than just a beauty helping me in the grocery store. You were marriage material.”

He’s right, but I don’t tell him because I’m too full of love. Instead I kiss him and put all the passion and happiness I have inside me into it and thank heaven above that I’ve found my forever.

THE END