I am sitting on the porch swing, gently rocking back and forth. The warm breeze carries the sweet scent of the lilac bushes lining our little yard. Greg is tending to his vegetable garden, humming a tune softly to himself.
These quiet moments are precious to me after the tumultuous rebel life we left behind. I think back to those harrowing days of constantly being on the run, never knowing if we would live to see another sunrise. The peaceful stillness we now enjoy is a soothing balm to my soul.
"Rose, can you come here a minute?" Greg calls out, brushing the dirt off his hands.
I rise from the swing and make my way over to him. "What is it, dear?"
A hint of nervousness dances in his warm brown eyes as he takes my hands in his calloused ones. "You know how much I love you, right? Thi
