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Authors: Laura Miller

“Okay, sweetie, time for bed.”

I let her go, and she climbs into her bed as I stand up and pull the covers over her.

“Okay, what burrito am I making tonight?” I ask her.

I watch her eyes shift to the ceiling as she pushes her lips to one side and places a single finger on her chin.

“Cheese,” she eventually screams.

“Just cheese?”

“Just cheese,” she confirms, with another shout. “Cheese,” she
cheers again.

“Okay, okay, a cheese burrito it is.”

I bend down and tuck the blanket in all around her. I’m not sure how this bedtime ritual started exactly, but she loves it.

“Making my cheese burrito,” I sing. “Gotta make it really tight.”

I tighten the blanket around her a little more, and then I stand up and look at the outline of her precious, little body under the covers.

“I think it’s ready now,” I say. “Time for prayers.”

“Let me start, Mommy,” she pleads.

I nod my head. “Go ahead.”

She carefully pulls her arms out from under the blanket that’s now molded around her and meticulously interlocks her fingers and closes her eyes.

I watch her. Then, I take a seat on the bed next to her and close my eyes as she starts her prayer.

“Dear God, thank you for Rover. And for my bestest friend Charlotte’s dog, Max. And please help that dog that me and Daddy saw yesterday at the animal doctor. Please help his leg to get better.”

She stops, and I open my eyes and find her eyelids still tightly closed and her fingers still interlocked.

“And God,” she continues, “please bless Mommy and Daddy and the boy who gave Mommy the ring.”

My heart melts at her words, and I start to smile again as I wait for her pretty blue eyes to open. They do a few seconds later, and then her little smile devours her face.

“And thank you, God,” I start, and she joins in immediately, and we both say it together: “For all you have given, for all you have taken away and for all you have left.”

She smiles again when we finish, and her eyes instantly travel to the other side of the room.

“Daddy!”

I
look up and find Jorgen standing in the doorway. He laughs at our little, excited girl, and then he meets my stare.

“Hey, babe,” he says.

I shoot him a smile, and for a second, I’m caught in his perfect blue eyes. I swear I’ll never be immune to them.

“And how’s my little peanut?” he asks, making his way toward the bed.

He bends down and tickles her. She squirms and giggles until his fingers stop gently raking her sides.

“Daddy?” she asks, after she has calmed down again.

“Yes, dear?”

“Is Mommy
your
true love?”

Jorgen looks at me. I only shrug my shoulders and smile.

“Honey, Mommy’s my only love.”

I can see the corners of his mouth slowly turning up, and I get lost in him again. I love him for the man that he is and the woman he makes me. If Andrew taught me how to love, Jorgen taught me how to love again. He taught me how to smile again, how to laugh again, how to give my heart again. I love him. I love everything about him, even his crooked smile. He’s perfect, and he’s as sexy as the day I saw him with his shirt off through the peep hole in my little apartment with Hannah. His muscles are still nearly the size of Hannah’s thighs, and his eyes are still the most unique shade of blue I’ve ever come across. He’s in his navy work pants and white shirt. And near his collar, there’s a pin of Saint Michael.

My smile widens as he takes my hand and cradles it in his. But my eyes are still drawn to the shiny, silver pin. That same pin of Saint Michael was my hope when all hope seemed lost—that little nudge pushing me onward, assuring me that I would make it, promising me that I would feel again. But little did I know that afternoon, amongst the blood and the tears and the chaos, that my hope wasn’t the pin—but the man who gave it to me.

The End

What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

~Helen Keller

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

First, I would like to thank God for giving me the opportunity to do what I love to do every day, which is write for you. I am forever grateful, and my hope is forever in Him!

And thank you to my amazing editors and sources for all your time and contributions. Thank you especially to Donna, Calvin, Kathy, April, Sharon, Jon and Kyle. You guys are the best supporters a girl could ask for. And yes, I know I just ended that sentence in a preposition, Mrs. Helling.

I would also like to thank, as always, those wonderful readers and those amazing bloggers who are also readers for their enthusiasm and loyal support of my first two novels. I will be forever grateful for your continued support and your wonderful fervor for fairy
tales. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

And I would like to thank my family, who continues to be my biggest
fans and greatest supporters, and my mom, who first inspired me to read. And thank you also to my friends and mentors, who are ever inspiring me—whether they realize it or not.

And finally, I would like to thank my husband, Neville, for tiptoeing through the hallways and for all the glasses of water you brought to me and for everything you did for me while I wrote this novel. I’m truly thankful. And thank you, most of all, for just being you and for your constant encouragement from the very beginning of this whole, grand adventure. Honey, I love you—forever and a day!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Photo by Marc Mayes

LAURA MILLER
is the national bestselling author of the novels,
Butterfly Weeds
,
My Butterfly
and
For All You Have Left
. She grew up in eastern Missouri, graduated from the University of Missouri-Columbia and worked as a newspaper reporter prior to writing fiction. Laura currently lives in the Midwest with her husband. Visit her and learn more about her books at
LauraMillerBooks.com
.