His laughter rang throughout the house. “Is that so?”
“It is! I’m not giving you up, Thomas. We belong together.”
“Do you think so?” he asked.
She nodded emphatically. “You like to laugh. I like to make you laugh. You like to wear pants. I like to wear pants. See? We belong together.”
He put his arm around her as they walked toward the door again. “I think I’m going to need to build you a gazebo in the middle of our garden. That way you have somewhere to be when it rains, and you’re too stubborn to come inside.”
She giggled. “I have been known to stay out in the rain…”
He sighed. “I should have sent you a questionnaire before I agreed to marry you. Question number one…are you smart enough to come in out of the rain?”
“On occasion,” she said, sinking her toes into the grass and closing her eyes as the feeling of being one with nature washed through her.
He watched her soak in the feeling. He was always surprised at how she truly did rejuvenate in the fresh air. He’d heard that some women felt that way when they were around or near water, but never just being outdoors. Of course, he’d not married just “some woman.” He’d married Joy, and she had brought him her namesake.
As he stood there, watching her putting down roots in the same way a plant did, he couldn’t help but wonder if their children would be like her. Would they have little girls who were rough and tumble and liked to play in the dirt? Or would they have prissy little princesses who couldn’t stand a spot of mud?
Either way, he knew he’d be happy. He couldn’t really think of sons, because he wanted them all to look just like his Joy.
