Ruth said as she and Martin traveled down the road in his buggy toward her parents’ house. She wished they were riding in an open sleigh so she could lift her face toward the sky and catch snowflakes on her tongue, the way she’d done as a child. Martin reached for her hand. “Life’s pretty good, jah?” She smiled. “It is now. Last month when our wood was taken, and you, Abe, and Gideon got dumped into the pond, I wasn’t so sure about things being good.” “But we’re all okay, and your daed gave us another load of wood.” “That’s true, but we never did find out who stole it.” He shrugged. “It makes no never mind to me. I’m keeping my focus on the future with you, my schee fraa.” She squeezed his warm fingers. “Will you still think I’m your pretty wife when I’m pregnant and gross around the middle?” “I’ll always think you’re pretty, even when you become big around the middle.” Ruth sighed. “I hate to admit it, but I’m having a little trouble not feeling jealous whenever I see Grace with her baby.
