A big orange pickup truck pulls a trailer down a mountain highway. It’s a late summer day, the mountains are alive with the sounds of birds. There was an overlay of shadows from the tall pine trees. The road was on a mild gradient into the mountain valley.
In the driver’s seat a burly, bearded, man drove the truck. He reached over and brushed his fingers over his wife’s petite hand. She smiled as she grabbed his hand.
The couple looked into the rearview mirror to see a little, brown-haired, girl staring out of the window at the picturesque scenery.
“Isabella” the woman called
The little girl broke from her daze and looked at her mother. She smiled and hugged her stuffed frog. She had her mother’s honey-brown eyes. Her father’s mischievous grin.
The family drove through the c
