She met Jake’s eyes and forgot everything else as Grandfather escorted her to his side.
Pastor Rawson smiled at them and began the service by reading scriptures reminding them that marriage was a holy institution. “What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.” He then began the vows. “Do you, Jake, take this woman—”
Jake squeezed Hannah’s hand, silently assuring her of his intention to honor the till-death-do-us-part words.
Suddenly the vase of flowers at Pastor Rawson’s side crashed to the floor, soaking the poor man.
A few splashes hit Hannah in the face, and she wiped them off.
Luke shoved Sammy to the floor. “It’s your fault. You pushed me.”
Sammy came up sputtering and flailing his arms. “Did not.”
“Boys,” Audrey warned.
Harvey, Jake’s best man, grabbed for Luke, but the boy skidded out of reach and raced down the aisle, Sammy hot on his heels.
“They’re your boys,” Audrey muttered to Harvey. “You go get them.”
Hannah giggled. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Jake’s mother press the back of her wrist to her forehead.
Mrs. Sperling caught her watching and looked embarrassed before she sat up straight and ignored the screaming pair of boys.
Hannah glanced at her grandparents, who smiled widely and likewise ignored the commotion.
Jake drew her closer and leaned over to speak so the pastor could hear, “Let’s get this done before they bring the place down around our ears.”
Amid the sound of two rambunctious little boys, the embarrassment of a set of parents, and the obvious glee of her grandparents, Hannah and Jake promised to love and honor each other always.
About the Author
Linda Ford and her husband raised a family of fourteen children, ten adopted, providing her plenty of opportunity to experience God’s love and faithfulness. One of her goals in writing is to reveal a little of God’s wondrous love through the lives of the people in her stories. She lives in Alberta, Canada, on a ranch she shares with her husband, a paraplegic client, boomerang children, and adorable visiting grandchildren.
Dedication
To my special, dear friend Brenda who has encouraged me, prayed for me, and shared coffee with me for more years than either of us cares to admit. May God continue to bless you in every way.
A note from the Author:
I love to hear from my readers! You may correspond with me by writing:
Linda Ford
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Uhrichsville, OH 44683
Table of Contents
Copyright
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Two
Three
Four
Five
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Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Epilogue
About the Author
Dedication
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