Once, when I saw him fixing an old radio for a neighbor, I suddenly realized:
Love doesn’t have to come early, it just has to come to the right person.
And perhaps, the most beautiful thing in a woman’s life is not marrying someone in her youth, but finding someone who makes her feel secure – even if it’s late
Ten Years After That Rainy Evening
Time flies like the wind through the maple trees.
It has been ten years since that rainy night when I – Sarah Miller Parker – held the hand of that limping man and started life over.
Now, the small wooden house on the outskirts of Burlington, Vermont, is filled with the golden colors of autumn.
Every morning, James still makes me a cup of warm tea – made his way: not too long boiling water, light cinnamon scent, a thin slice of orange.
He says:
“Autumn tea should taste like home – a little warm, a little bitter, and full of love.”
I smile, looking at his hair which has turned more gray, and his gait which still limps.
Only, I have never seen a “flaw” in those legs – only a man who is always steadfast beside me, even when life is shaky.