Lo and behold, imagine my surprise at George’s ecstatic response after I told him I was pregnant. From that moment on, he reassured me that becoming a father would be the most miraculous thing he’s ever done as a man and that he was looking forward to being an exemplary parent. Perhaps his autism would become his biggest strength as a dad, just like it’s been as my husband? And if our child has the same condition as George, we will love him and guide him in the same way as a neurotypical child.
God gifted me the right father and partner; we’re a team. I know we will give our all to this child, no matter what.
George stands, puts his hat back on, and snakes his arm around my waist. We are both mesmerized at the sight ofthe purple colors bending and lifting in the summer breeze, the unmistakable scent of heaven finally permeating the farm again.
Standing there with the love of my life by my side, I feel a sense of anticipation. I know our journey is far from over. We have so much to look forward to: the June harvest, the birth of our son, and the ongoing relationships we are building within the community of Heartsboro.
And I’m ready for it all.
Ready to face life’s challenges with gratitude and resilience. Ready to love and to be loved in this quiet life with George by my side.
The edges of my world have been softened. George offers a steadiness without question, protecting my heart with his tender spirit and unwavering presence. He’s my refuge, and I feel cherished for being exactly who I’m meant to be.
George is my person, the gentle one who makes me feel like I’ve finally found my purpose.
My joy.
My paradise.
THE END
