“I wanted our first supper in our new kitchen to be special,” I whisper into her hair. “What?” she breathes. “Pop and Jefferson gave this parcel to us. We are standing in what will be our kitchen with huge bay windows so we can look at this view every morning. I’m going to build you a wraparound porch, so you sit out here all you want and sketch, and your new closet will be able to hold all the sexy shoes you can buy.” “You’re going to build us a house?” “Yes, ma’am.” “With a bathtub?” “Oh yes, can’t forget the Princess’s bathtub,” I tease. “It is perfect,” she chokes out on a sob.
