>> Friday, January 28
John peeked around the doorjamb and spied his young wife, Marcy, still asleep. He padded across the rough plank floor to her bedside, the precious package held carefully behind his back.
His tender gaze caressed her face, and his eyes misted as love clenched his heart. A tiny noise escaped his throat.
Marcy’s eyes opened a slit. “What a fine sight I behold as I open my eyes to the world this morn. Good morrow, my love.” Marcy angled her sleepy face to receive a kiss.
“And a good morrow to you, my wife.” John bent down to oblige her, and Marcy’s arms struggled out of the bedclothes and quilts and wrapped around him.
“Well, now, what’s this?” Marcy sat up in bed, and tried to see what John was obviously hiding behind his back.