share the same name, my family just started calling me Birdie. Iâve loved birds my whole life . . . especially the snowy owl.â
âI like owls, too. The barred is my favorite.â
âWho cooks for you?â she said with a grin. âWho cooks for you aaaalll?â
David laughed at her mimicking the owlâs call. âHey, thatâs pretty good!â
She smiled and nodded shyly.
When the meeting ended, David walked out with her and then, with an unassuming confidence, asked her if sheâd like to go see a movie that weekendâheâd heard The Graduate was pretty good. Birdie had agreed.
A week after that, they went to see Guess Whoâs Coming to Dinner . . . and on their third date, he took her to dinner. Afterward, he snuck up to her room because her roommate was away, and they talked all night. One thing had led to another, and before she knew it, they were standing by the back door in the half-light of dawn, kissing good-bye.
Birdie sighedâthose were the lovely old days, the days before life had become heavy and full of heartbreak. She straightened out the covers and then sank to her knees, her eyes filling with tears. She lightly traced the pattern on their Amish quilt, closed her eyes, and rested her head on her hands. âI know itâs been a long time since Youâve heard from me, Lord,â she whispered. âIâm sorry Iâve turned out to be such a miserable wretch. I have so many things for which to be thankful . . . but I just wish things had turned out differently. I wish everything had turned out differently. I wish Youâd blessed us with children . . . and I know, if Youâd only let Easton live, all of our lives would be so much better right now.â
Davidâwhoâd come up the stairs with a cup of coffee for herâstood outside the door, listening to her pray, and tears filled his eyes.
C HAPTER 18
R emy smoothed sunscreen onto her speckled arms. It was too late, she knew, to save her tired, old skin from sun damage. She was freckled everywhere âsome spots were the size of nickels! Not to mention the wrinkles! The last time she saw Dr. Sanders, though, he told her to use sunscreen every time she went outside. Even though her skin was damaged from years of lying in the sun and burning, heâd said, it still needed protection. He even gave her the name of a dermatologist and said the dermatologist would be able to spot little things he might not see. Remy had tucked the card away, and now she doubted she could even find it, but she was using her sunscreen, and even though heâd said SPF 30 was enough, sheâd bought 75!
Remy looked at her reflection and sighed. Sheâd read a book, or maybe it was a movie sheâd seenâshe couldnât remember whichâabout a woman whoâd written a letter to her younger self, warning her of all the pitfalls that lay ahead in her life and how to avoid them. Remy had found the idea intriguing, and afterward, sheâd thought about the warnings sheâd give her younger self if she had the opportunity. She remembered thinking sheâd warn herself to make sure Jim took better care of his heart. Sheâd also tell her not to worry so much about the kids, because, after all, Sam was found when he got lost at Boy Scout camp, Eliza was able to walk again after she broke her leg skiing, and Payton did get into the college of her choiceâAmherst, not Middleburyâdespite having low SAT scores. And now they were all happily married with families of their own. Yes, she had definitely spent too much time worrying!
Now, though, sheâd also warn her younger self not to spend so much time in the sun; to use copious amounts of sunscreen, wear a hat, rent a beach umbrella, and do everything possible to protect her skin. Sheâd tell herself to not worry about having a golden summer tanâit wasnât worth it, because if she did, someday,
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