AmyMy pup in a bow tie.
Landon on his knee.
Saying yes.
My heart races as I drive across the field, my body bouncing in the seat from the bumpy ground.
As I near the edge of the field, the cottage comes into view, hidden among the tall oak trees. Vines grow up the front of the small house, covering the majority of the siding in a blanket of green. It doesn’t look neglected though, just quaint.
It reminds me of a home a writer would have. An old-world dwelling off the beaten path, secluded and adorable—a place where the author could sit peacefully and create beautiful words. I’d imagine, the stories in the mind and the secrets from the heart could easily flow onto the paper in such a surrounding. There’s just something about this place. It’s enchanting.
My secrets always felt safe her
