Whisper In The Wind

As the door closed Rachel laughed. "Caitlin, sweets, take it from a lady who knows about men; love them like they are. Never try to change them, and laugh at all you don't understand, because it beats crying and yelling." She settled her hands on her hips and surveyed the rooms. "We're done for today. Take a long hot bubble bath while I pack a picnic lunch for you and your beau."

With the spirit of a child who got a brand new bike in the spring, Caitlin raced upstairs. Music from downstairs filtered into the bathroom and put her in a dream-like drowsy state. Hot water eased her aching back and shoulders, but she would never change any of this experience. She had been given a once-in-a-lifetime chance to spend time with family. "This time I vow to never take it for granted. Despite losing so much, what came in its place is far beyond my dreams."

Whistles stopped Caitlin on the top step. "Don't you look beautiful," her grandma cried. "That man won't remember a single word." Caitlin shook her head and eased down the stairs, dressed in a pair of jeans and a green cable knit sweater. "I do envy youth," Rachel said, giving her granddaughter a hug.

"I envy you," Caitlin said pulling back enough to stay in the woman's embrace, but still look into her beautiful face. "You are the most caring, wise, and angelic woman I know. Those few wrinkles you complain about and your gray hair, they show you have lived a wonderful life by caring about others and doing good deeds. I love you." Caitlin kissed her on the cheek. They linked arms and went into the kitchen where the picnic basket sat on the edge of the counter. She peeked inside and giggled. Ham and cheese sandwiches, orange sodas, and four pieces of apple pie filled the basket. "You are the best," she said giving the older woman another hug.

"Get. Now go." Rachel pushed Caitlin out the door, but not before the tears appeared. "Don't fret. These are happy tears for both of us finding love."

Though ecstatic to be at the ranch, and eager to share a picnic lunch, Caitlin watched him for a few minutes. His profile showed a young, hard-working man. "And I almost gave him up?" When the car door closed he turned and approached with long, even strides.

"What's this?" he said, pointing to the basket she held.