Travis flung himself from Ginny’s back with a whoop that would have done a Comanche proud, and lifted Star up off the ground. He swung her round and round, put her down, and proceeded to kiss her until she couldn’t think straight. Sobbing, laughing, dizzy with relief and spinning, she clung to him.
She heard Rob’s voice from high on Denver’s back, teasing, “I’m envious of your welcome, Trav. But couldn’t you greet your wife in a more civilized manner?”
She began to laugh even harder.
Travis just grinned as he headed towards the house, an arm still wrapped about her waist. “Sorry Rob, but I guess I’ll always be an uncivilized Yankee.”
“My uncivilized Yankee,” she murmured as he leaned over to plant a kiss on the top of her head.
Foreign Phrases
Irish Gaelic
Buíochas le Dia—Thank God
Mo Dhia—My God
Dia ar sábháil—God save us
A cailín crogá—my brave girl
A Mhaighdean—the Virgin (Mary)
A mhuirnín—my darling, sweetheart, beloved
A chroi—my heart
A cailín—my girl
Welsh
Peidiwch â wylo—don’t cry
Cariad—dearest, love (can be used both for lovers or just friends)
Genethig—little girl
Bachgen—little boy
Scots
Eejit—idiot
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
V. V. Wedding was born a Yankee, but is now a Virginian by the grace of God. She lives near Fredericksburg, VA with her husband, daughter, and two four-legged organic doorbells named Bucky and Taffy. When she’s not buried in historical documents, she’s creating quilts or homeschooling her daughter.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
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