Post by melinda on Mar 24, 2013 16:36:51 GMT -6
Max had never been more scared than he was at that moment. Not only was he mugged, but the engagement ring that he'd been planning on giving to Fran had been stolen from him. He didn't know which terrified him more- the random act of violence that had just occurred, or the fact that he was ready to marry another woman.
Sarah. Not a day went by that he didn't think of her. True, he'd put her picture from his wallet away some time ago, but that didn't mean that there weren't constant reminders of their grand love affair throughout the house, throughout his life.
There were the kids. They were the ultimate symbol of love, and as much as he'd loved Sarah on their wedding day, he'd never loved anyone more until the day she gave birth to their first child, Margaret. Maggie, as she was affectionately known by all, was becoming quite the beauty and in looks and demeanor reminded Max of Sarah more and more with each passing day.
Then there was the day he was informed Sarah'd given birth to a boy. A boy. His son. Someone to carry on his name and legacy. There were no shortage of tears in the delivery room that day, even from the nurses, as Max cradled his only son for the first time. He was looking at a reflecting glass, a vision of the past, the present and the future, and all he could think of was that it was a good day to be alive.
Then there was Gracie, his beloved youngest child. She had the hardest hand in life to deal with, as she barely remembered her mother. Therapy had helped, but she still had her issues, and admittingly Max might have neglected her due to his own inconsolable pain.
But all of that pain, all of the hurt, all of the heartache had only led him down this path that he now found himself ready to take. He'd given his heart to another woman, something he'd vowed that he would never do again, and the thought frightened him more than even he realized.
Fran. She was beautiful, no doubt, but it was her heart that attracted him to her more than anything. If his feelings were superficial they might have had a casual fling, but then guilt would have led to her dismissal, thus leading to another disruption in the young children's lives. Then what would he have done?
The question Max was asking himself was, where would he be without Miss Fine? She'd changed his world, his family, his entire life, and she had no clue of how deeply he felt about her. Most of that was his own fault, for he'd tried so hard to deny the feelings that had slowly crept up in him.
It was love. There was no other word to describe what had happened between he and Miss Fine- Fran. She'd won his heart a long time ago, and he had to make sure no more time was wasted in letting her know just how much she meant to him.
Tonight, with or without a ring, he would ask her to marry him. And there was no looking back, he realized that. She loved and accepted him for who she was. True, she was loud, could be annoying, more clever than her own good allowed for, but she was also patient, kind, loving, and caring. What more could he ask for for his own self and most importantly, for his own children?
Still on the ground, he heard the nasally voice that had once irritated him to no end. And right now, it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
Yes, most definitely, it was love.
The end
Sarah. Not a day went by that he didn't think of her. True, he'd put her picture from his wallet away some time ago, but that didn't mean that there weren't constant reminders of their grand love affair throughout the house, throughout his life.
There were the kids. They were the ultimate symbol of love, and as much as he'd loved Sarah on their wedding day, he'd never loved anyone more until the day she gave birth to their first child, Margaret. Maggie, as she was affectionately known by all, was becoming quite the beauty and in looks and demeanor reminded Max of Sarah more and more with each passing day.
Then there was the day he was informed Sarah'd given birth to a boy. A boy. His son. Someone to carry on his name and legacy. There were no shortage of tears in the delivery room that day, even from the nurses, as Max cradled his only son for the first time. He was looking at a reflecting glass, a vision of the past, the present and the future, and all he could think of was that it was a good day to be alive.
Then there was Gracie, his beloved youngest child. She had the hardest hand in life to deal with, as she barely remembered her mother. Therapy had helped, but she still had her issues, and admittingly Max might have neglected her due to his own inconsolable pain.
But all of that pain, all of the hurt, all of the heartache had only led him down this path that he now found himself ready to take. He'd given his heart to another woman, something he'd vowed that he would never do again, and the thought frightened him more than even he realized.
Fran. She was beautiful, no doubt, but it was her heart that attracted him to her more than anything. If his feelings were superficial they might have had a casual fling, but then guilt would have led to her dismissal, thus leading to another disruption in the young children's lives. Then what would he have done?
The question Max was asking himself was, where would he be without Miss Fine? She'd changed his world, his family, his entire life, and she had no clue of how deeply he felt about her. Most of that was his own fault, for he'd tried so hard to deny the feelings that had slowly crept up in him.
It was love. There was no other word to describe what had happened between he and Miss Fine- Fran. She'd won his heart a long time ago, and he had to make sure no more time was wasted in letting her know just how much she meant to him.
Tonight, with or without a ring, he would ask her to marry him. And there was no looking back, he realized that. She loved and accepted him for who she was. True, she was loud, could be annoying, more clever than her own good allowed for, but she was also patient, kind, loving, and caring. What more could he ask for for his own self and most importantly, for his own children?
Still on the ground, he heard the nasally voice that had once irritated him to no end. And right now, it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
Yes, most definitely, it was love.
The end
