She hummed happily. Her favorite time of day was when the family was gathered around the supper table, sharing the happenings of the day. “Wash, Logan, Daddy’s home,” she said to her son playing on the kitchen floor with his Lincoln Logs. “I’m making a barn, Mama.” “You can leave it there and finish it after supper.” Evan came in, his eyes seeking his wife. She was the love of his life. He thanked God every day that she was his. It gave him extreme pleasure just to look at her. “Hi. Supper is about ready.” He went to her, kissed her raised lips and nuzzled her neck before going to the high chair, where baby Nancy was pounding on the tray with a spoon to get his attention. “How’s my pretty girl?” He laughed and dodged the spoon that made a swipe at his face. “I’m making a barn, Daddy.” Evan squatted down to look at his son’s building project. “I see you are, and you’re doing a good job of it.” At the sound of the screen door closing, Julie, with a smile, turned to see Joy standing with her back to the door, her arms folded across her chest.
