Six Years Ago
The church is only small, serving a farming community spread over many miles. It sits in a grassy acre, dotted with wildflowers and fragrant with spring blossoms. And today, with the gathered congregation, it is standing-room only.
Flowers, picked from the meadows and tied with bright ribbons, decorate the end of each pew. Everyone is wearing ‘Sunday Best’ and just outside the door stands a young woman, tall, slender, copper-haired under the brilliant blue skies, and lovely as the May morning of her marriage.
Mr Kalkowski, wearing formal suit and a stiff collar that must surely be cutting into his neck, stands close by. And inside she knows is her husband-to-be, Chad.
Chad, who was her first friend here.
Chad, tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, blue-eyed and golden-hai
