“Well, I was thinking of having a barbecue next month.” I look up at Damon. “Maybe mid-September?”
Damon’s eyes narrow as he attempts to look stern and fails miserably. “You know you’re supposed to rest, right?”
“Okay, okay…” I hold up my hands placatingly. “What if you make the burgers, and instead of me making appetizers, we order pizza, breadsticks and salad from Jim’s?”
“We’ll pick it all up on the way,” Opal laughs. “Done.”
Damon’s lips float across the top of my head. “Anything that makes my sweet wife and mommy-to-be smile like that is perfect with me.”
I’ve occasionally wondered about the concept of being in the right place at the right time. If I hadn’t passed out so that Damon had to catch me, would I still have met him? Where would my life be if I hadn’t taken a chance on moving to the mountain for a fresh start on life in the first place?
Reaching up to clasp my husband’s hand, I guess I’ll never know. Honestly, it doesn’t matter.
All I know is that we belong together, and that our little family, plus our extended family of neighbors and coworkers, is all healthy and safe.
People say that life can be rough up on the mountain. I’ve found that it’s the loveliest place in the world.
Although I could do without the official annual heatwave.
