“Thanks,” she giggled, not quite sure how to take the new ring that fit so perfectly on her finger.
“No problem,” he replied, with a knowing smile. He took a sip of his tea and sat beside her.
The music she put on earlier now filled her ear. Jars of Clay. Much Afraid. She forgot.
“So, how was your day?,” she asked.
“Good,” he replied. He picked up the newspaper that lay offhandedly on her table.
She rolled her thoughts around their relationship, and all the days that lay before her.
Despite her reputation, God was on her mind, and she found it easier and easier to rest her mind at his feet.
Life was big, vast. She needed God.
Juno nuzzled her ankle. She picked him up and snuggled.
She was tired.