The blonde curls and petite form of Lucy May Olsen had been turning the heads of every man and woman in Blowing Rock since her first appearance in the delivery room, nineteen years ago.
Imagine everyone’s surprise when, for the first time anyone could recollect, someone caught her eye instead.
Jackson took one last longing look at his wife frantically punching the computer keys as yet another story took her mind captive.
There was no doubt Gracie loved him most in this world.
Unfortunately it didn’t do much to allay the sting every time her other passion shoved him aside.
His finger slowly traced the curve of her jaw, sending shivers rippling through her body. The warm touch of his lips made her mind reel. Never had anyone so completely captured her heart, body, and soul. Never had she felt so treasured as he breathed the words, “I love you.”
The two of them gazed into bright blue eyes, astounded to have been a part of creating something so remarkable. The baby yawned, her mouth stretching to boundaries previously uncharted. Her tiny fist grabbed Mother’s hand as easily as the movement secured their hearts.
Stacey placed a gentle hand upon the cover of her well-worn Bible, allowing the moment to wash her troubled soul clean. Countless moments in her life had she experienced love.
Only when she came to know her Lord did Stacey recognize how true love, unconditional love, genuinley felt.