Heart in Hand: Stitches in Time Series #3 by Barbara Cameron Page A
Authors: Barbara Cameron
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do things most boys enjoyed.
He poured a cup of coffee and watched her unwrap the sandwich, then bite into it.
That memory of teasing Mary that she’d gone after him and not stopped until she’d gotten what she wanted. She’d laughed and agreed.
Maybe I need to do that with Anna , he thought. Maybe he needed to convince her that they should see if they were the pair God meant them to be. So what if he’d been pursued the first time. This was a different woman. That she was different than Mary was a good thing. It wouldn’t be fair to her to be thought of as a copy of Mary.
Sarah Rose had finished the treat and was looking longingly at the freezer. Did she have a hollow leg? Then he chuckled to himself. Maybe there is something of me in my daughter after all , he thought, and hustled her upstairs before she could persuade him to give her another treat.
8
Naomi made a beautiful bride, dressed in sky blue as she stood beside Nick at their wedding.
Anna sat watching them exchange their vows, and she wondered if anyone else thought of their own as they watched.
She felt a slight movement and turned to look at her grandmother in the next row of seats. Leah glanced at her as she did and smiled. When she turned to her left, she found Mary Katherine blinking back tears. Her cousin slipped her hand into Anna’s and squeezed it. Nothing was said, but the gesture spoke volumes.
Her wedding had been the happiest day of her life. She’d lain awake for hours thinking about how she and Samuel would never be separated again. While she might have been younger than her parents wanted her to be when she married, they had been as convinced as she that Samuel was indeed the man God had set aside just for her. Kind, steady, generous. Thoughtful. He’d been the boy she’d had her first crush on and grown into the kind of man everyone loved.
Other girls had wanted him, but Samuel had eyes only for her. She’d worn a blue dress the color of the sky at twilight, Samuel’s favorite color on her.
Samuel had drawn her outside that day as soon as he could and whispered words of love, told her she’d never looked lovelier, and made her blush when he said he couldn’t wait to get her alone.
He’d had to wait a long time, though. An Amish wedding day began before the sun came up with the same daily chores as any other day, followed by a quick, simple breakfast often no more than a quickly grabbed cup of coffee and a piece of bread or whatever was at hand. Guests began arriving at the house soon after, and the wedding—three hours just like a regular every-other-week church service—began at 8:30 a.m.
No wonder Samuel had been so ready to eat. Of course, all the aromas of food that had been prepared in the house and been kept warm waiting for the ceremony to end hadn’t helped. Roast chicken with filling was one of his favorites although there were so many weddings in the fall after harvest everyone would be heartily sick of the dish by Christmas. Her mother might have suggested that Anna and Samuel wait another year before they married, but she’d been the one to quietly plant the celery that was a staple at Lancaster County weddings.
She’d grown celery this season, too, in between some corn, so that it couldn’t be seen and start rumors there was an engagement. Naomi’s mother still had to be careful of overdoing after her heart attack.
When those seated around her stood and voices lifted in song, Anna realized that she’d been daydreaming a bit. She stood and sang along, loving the sound of Mary Katherine’s clear soprano. Weaving wasn’t the only thing her cousin did well. That baby she’d be having would love being soothed by her lullabies.
Naomi and Nick sat while a visiting bishop stood to tell the story they had all heard many times. Anna knew the story well and had enjoyed hearing it before. Nearly ninety andfrail, he had a stern look about him until he looked out at the congregation.
It was a story she’d
He poured a cup of coffee and watched her unwrap the sandwich, then bite into it.
That memory of teasing Mary that she’d gone after him and not stopped until she’d gotten what she wanted. She’d laughed and agreed.
Maybe I need to do that with Anna , he thought. Maybe he needed to convince her that they should see if they were the pair God meant them to be. So what if he’d been pursued the first time. This was a different woman. That she was different than Mary was a good thing. It wouldn’t be fair to her to be thought of as a copy of Mary.
Sarah Rose had finished the treat and was looking longingly at the freezer. Did she have a hollow leg? Then he chuckled to himself. Maybe there is something of me in my daughter after all , he thought, and hustled her upstairs before she could persuade him to give her another treat.
8
Naomi made a beautiful bride, dressed in sky blue as she stood beside Nick at their wedding.
Anna sat watching them exchange their vows, and she wondered if anyone else thought of their own as they watched.
She felt a slight movement and turned to look at her grandmother in the next row of seats. Leah glanced at her as she did and smiled. When she turned to her left, she found Mary Katherine blinking back tears. Her cousin slipped her hand into Anna’s and squeezed it. Nothing was said, but the gesture spoke volumes.
Her wedding had been the happiest day of her life. She’d lain awake for hours thinking about how she and Samuel would never be separated again. While she might have been younger than her parents wanted her to be when she married, they had been as convinced as she that Samuel was indeed the man God had set aside just for her. Kind, steady, generous. Thoughtful. He’d been the boy she’d had her first crush on and grown into the kind of man everyone loved.
Other girls had wanted him, but Samuel had eyes only for her. She’d worn a blue dress the color of the sky at twilight, Samuel’s favorite color on her.
Samuel had drawn her outside that day as soon as he could and whispered words of love, told her she’d never looked lovelier, and made her blush when he said he couldn’t wait to get her alone.
He’d had to wait a long time, though. An Amish wedding day began before the sun came up with the same daily chores as any other day, followed by a quick, simple breakfast often no more than a quickly grabbed cup of coffee and a piece of bread or whatever was at hand. Guests began arriving at the house soon after, and the wedding—three hours just like a regular every-other-week church service—began at 8:30 a.m.
No wonder Samuel had been so ready to eat. Of course, all the aromas of food that had been prepared in the house and been kept warm waiting for the ceremony to end hadn’t helped. Roast chicken with filling was one of his favorites although there were so many weddings in the fall after harvest everyone would be heartily sick of the dish by Christmas. Her mother might have suggested that Anna and Samuel wait another year before they married, but she’d been the one to quietly plant the celery that was a staple at Lancaster County weddings.
She’d grown celery this season, too, in between some corn, so that it couldn’t be seen and start rumors there was an engagement. Naomi’s mother still had to be careful of overdoing after her heart attack.
When those seated around her stood and voices lifted in song, Anna realized that she’d been daydreaming a bit. She stood and sang along, loving the sound of Mary Katherine’s clear soprano. Weaving wasn’t the only thing her cousin did well. That baby she’d be having would love being soothed by her lullabies.
Naomi and Nick sat while a visiting bishop stood to tell the story they had all heard many times. Anna knew the story well and had enjoyed hearing it before. Nearly ninety andfrail, he had a stern look about him until he looked out at the congregation.
It was a story she’d
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