The Summer of New Beginnings (Magnolia Grove #1)

by Bette Lee Crosby

Even more important, you’re not afraid to let yourself fall in love.” Meghan’s voice had a quality of sadness woven

But the truth is if I have to choose between a wedding and Dominic, I choose him. That’s how love is. Give and take. Sometimes you have to give up things you want, but in the long run you feel okay with it, because you know you’re doing it for a good reason.

I used to think being a mama was the easiest job imaginable. Now I know it’s the hardest. You start worrying about your baby before he or she is even born, and you don’t stop until the day you die. Knowing what I know now, I’m truly sorry for all the grief I caused Mama, and someday soon I’m gonna tell her so.

Finding Sox in the middle of the lake with no one else around makes me wonder if somehow Daddy could have put him there, knowing full well I’d swim out to save him. True or not true, it’s what I’d like to believe.

When she wrote of Lucas, the letters were scripted with a flourish and flowed easily into one another. When she wrote of Dominic, the words were scrawled in bold heavy-handed strokes of anger.

When there was only a single page left in the book, she penned a prayer for herself. “Please, God,” she asked. “Let Sox be mine.”

All those years she wanted to be like her older sister and never once considered Tracy might want what she had.

That’s what love is—wanting something good for somebody else more than what you want for yourself.

Possible, maybe even probable.

Tracy would never see what she didn’t want to see.

She couldn’t remember the lyrics but believed it to be a love song, one that in time she might come to know. Probably.

“There are very few absolute things in this world. The years between birth and death are filled with possibility and probability. What you make of those years is up to you.”