It’s almost time for the parade.” Hannah held out a small jacket as William and Jamie came into the bakery from the kitchen. “Grandpa,” Jamie declared, shoving his arms into the jacket’s sleeves. “Ja, Grossdaadi will be in the p-parade,” William said, dropping a kiss on Hannah’s lips. “You will see him.” Hannah responded to the kiss, her palm against William’s cheek, feeling the warmth in her heart that came of loving and being loved. Now that they’d both been baptized into their new church family, their wedding was less than a week away. It would be held in the churchhouse, instead of at home, but their Amish kin would be present, as well as the Mennonites. “Komm,” William said, handing Jamie the small flag his grandfather had brought for him. “You will wave your f-flag when you see Grandpa, ain’t so?” “Ja,” Jamie declared. He was talking more every day, it seemed, using Pennsylvania Dutch words as easily as English and often enough mixing them both together.
