I Will Wait for You by Linda Masemore Pirrung

His straight-backed posture resembled that of a soldier standing at attention. Taking three steps back, she peered at her project, which she’d been working so diligently on since 9:30 that morning. Running her fingers through her hair, she hooked it more securely behind her ears so she could see. No, I eye-balled it, Angie replied, shielding her eyes from the brightness of the sun with her hand as she looked upward to meet his gaze. Did you measure the depth of the holes and the space between each geranium?Īnother woman may have turned and smirked at him, but that wasn’t in Angela’s nature. He surveyed her work for an awkward moment.

Hi love, Mitch said as he leaned over for a kiss.

Her body tensed, but she continued to place the delicate plant into the hole she’d dug. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her husband, Mitch, approaching. She reached up to brush her stray chestnut lock behind her ear and reached for another starter geranium to plant. Her straight, jaw-length, hair shadowed her pretty heart-shaped face. As she knelt in her garden, Angela Briann Scott couldn’t help but envy the new growth for its opportunity to start fresh every year. It was a glorious spring afternoon, full of promise-the promise that the fresh new buds peeking hesitantly out at the bright sun would eventually burst into vibrant color and inimitable blueprint. The heart that loves has the will and strength to endure the test of time …

I Will Wait for You by Linda Masemore Pirrung