She nodded. “I love it, too. I was worried I wouldn’t be back for it. ”
He turned to look at her, asking her earnestly, “Are you happy being here? Being back for good?”
“I’m with you, Eddie. It’s the only place I want to be. ” She turned her gaze from him, taking in the land around them. Several yards down, the creek babbled happily, shaded by pines. Winter songbirds chirped and hopped among the branches. A copse of aspen stood out—they were well downstream on the far bank, but their golden autumn leaves popped from the landscape. She felt connected. Contented. Loved.
“I’m with you, Eddie. I love you. And it’s all good. ”