I was feeling ornery. My family was bike riding on a warm spring day and Brad was with us. A train was coming down the tracks by the side of the bike path so we all paused to watch it. With his attention distracted it was the perfect time to tease him a little. As the train disappeared from sight he turned around and discovered that his bike was no longer where he had left it. I could hardly keep the grin off my face. He quickly found it and also discovered that I was the culprit. “I wondered about that.” he grinned. “I didn’t want to make false assumptions, but I figured it was you.”
After the bike ride we all went back to my parents house and ate supper around the fire pit. As the night waxed on they headed back to the house. He and I enjoyed the warmth of the fire as we discussed the sermon that we heard earlier that day along with our call to minister the gospel. He looked me directly in the eye “Are you ready to do this?” Although he went no deeper into the question, I feel that change is near on the horizon.
We prayed together and talked a little longer. It was such a peaceful evening to end a fun day. I found myself letting down my guard to my desires. The darkness, warm fire and the company made a combination that was strangely attractive. I wanted to snuggle deep in his arms. Yet I would not let myself. I couldn’t.
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I used to think that sweet and ornery were opposing characteristics. You’ve proven otherwise, dear. 🙂