I knew she would. I begged her to stay the night with me, but she also insisted on her Jane Austen policy. And because I loved her more than anything on the planet, I conceded to both.We let the windows down as we drove to Lancaster County. Spring air revived us, along with Third Eye Blind and Michael Jackson. As I twisted and turned down country roads, we sang along and held hands. When Meatloaf came on we sang as loud as possible. Ella climbed onto her seat and stuck her head out of the sunroof. Hands outstretched, face toward the sky, hair tossed in a million directions, she inspired me. Inspired me in more ways than I can express.Finally, we pulled up to the place Pop and I had parked so many times before. I parked under an oak tree and opened Ella's door."This is beautiful." She placed her hand over her eyes and looked around. "How did you find this?""Pop owns this land. His house was right over there." I pointed across the hills to a large, secluded colonial house with ivy climbing the sides.
