Water Signs: A Story of Love and Renewal

The Amalfi Coast, Italy

From an ornate, rounded balcony, Madeline gazed out at the azure

blue sea, framed by lush, verdant mountains and steep, rocky crags.

Behind her, white, gauzy curtains billowed in the breeze through the open

French doors. She closed her eyes for a moment, luxuriating in this

exquisite natural beauty while her mind recalled the miraculous events of

the past year that had culminated in a blissful, eternal union. Lost in a

prayer of thanksgiving to her Creator, she was slightly startled for a

second when she felt Ken's arms wrap around her waist.

Fresh from a revitalizing hot shower, he'd covered himself with a

thick, thirsty towel, his blond waves still slightly damp. And as he walked

back into the expansive bedroom suite, he caught sight of his beloved,

dressed in a flowing, lacy nightgown, accented with pale pink satin

ribbons. He smiled remembering how beautiful ocean vistas had always

captivated her, since their very first date in Atlantic City; no doubt she

was lost in her own world as she contemplated the personal journeys that

had led them to this magnificent point in time.

"Mm, good morning, baby," she cooed, as a flood of sensation

engulfed her. Ken placed one hand on her shoulder, while the other

gathered her hair to one side. Leaning in close, he whispered sexily in her

ear, "Are you happy, sweetheart?"

Maddy turned in his embrace to look up at him, nearly gasping at the

sight of his strong, corded arms and rippled, muscular chest.

"Kenny, I didn't even know it was possible to be this happy," she

affirmed with genuine emotion. Around her neck, the diamond-cut Pisces

pendant shimmered against her skin. "I'm just so grateful to God for this

second chance, for bringing you back to me. It's nothing short of a

miracle. And no matter where we are or what we're doing, as long as I'm

with you, I will always be happy. I love you so much!"

He gently brushed away a lone tear that had trickled down her

sunburned cheek. "I love you, Madeline Lockheart. And it is a miracle; I

am thankful to God, too, first for creating you and then giving you back

to me, in spite of everything."

"Kenny, God's timing is always perfect," she replied softly as she

stroked his face.

"Yes it is," he concurred, before scooping her up in his arms and

carrying her back inside, while the sunlight glistened on the water and the

fish swam joyfully, immersed in the depths below.