Lightning in a Mason Jar

by Catherine Mann

My mother always said the best way to have a good friend was to be one.”

Truth be told, wouldn’t anyone get a little loud if they weren’t listened to for years?

“You’re worth the wait,” he said. “You’re my lightning in a bottle, that once-in-a-lifetime event. Difficult. Challenging. And exciting beyond belief.” “We’re in the South,” I reminded him. “So that should be lightning in a Mason jar.”

But I hadn’t realized that while marriage was work, it shouldn’t be a chore. Loving Russell taught me the difference.