“Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death…”

“Be there a picnic for the devil,an orgy for the satyr,and a wedding for the bride.”

“Oh, they’ll never believe a woman could solve such puzzles. They’ll just assume I’m humoring you by editing it myself and allowing you to put your name to it.”She raised her eyebrows. “But you wouldn’t be.”He humphed. “They’ll never hear me admit it.””I will,” she said, a smile curving her lips.He shrugged. “They’ll believe me, not you.”

“Ho! Wise men say, ‘He who hath not a good and ready memory should never meddle in telling lies.'”Drew smiled. “I have a good and ready memory.”

“A spouse who refuses to cultivate or fan physical intimacy first devalued the marriage in their mind and priorities. Spouses who defile their marriage bed first lost honor for their marriage.”

“Dear newlywed wife, somebody out there is determined to shape your view of intimacy and marriage. You get to choose who will shape your opinion; the Author of marriage or offended humans?”

“What if, in the bigger scheme of things, God put the yearning and desire for our husbands, not so a man could fulfill all of it, but so we could catch a glimpse of what it means to fully and wholly yearn for God?”

“Sexual intimacy is a relationship, not just body parts coming together. The more comfortable you are with each other outside the bedroom; the easier it is to relax and the sweeter the intimacy!”

“Sneezeweed, Drew?”He grinned. “Jealous?””Surprised.””Remind me, and I’ll have a talk with Gerald. Give him a few tips.””Promise?””Absolutely.”

“You could have arrived atop a wildcat and no one would have said a word. They will adore you.”

“Bitter disappointment pushed tears from her eyes.”Now what’s wrong? I said you could wear it.”She drew in a shaky breath.”I w-wanted you to l-like my dreeessssss.”He moved his gaze over her.”The gown makes my mouth water, love.”

“Look. Isn’t he beautiful?”Drew’s expression softened. “Ah, Nellie. He’s bald, pink, and has no teeth. What’s so beautiful about that?”Nellie’s laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.”

“Their daughter scrunched up her hands and legs, waving them wildly in the air. He opened his palm, allowing the babe to kick his hand.”Is she like a puppy?”Constance choked. “What!”He looked up. “Will she get her spots later?”Laughter bubbled up from within her as she playfully whacked him on the shoulder. “Yes. Yes, I’m afraid she will. As soon as the sun touches her skin, the freckles will appear.”A delicious two-dimple grin spread across his face. “Good. I find I’m rather partial to freckled redheads.”

“Thought you didn’t like red hair.”One of Drew’s dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma’s shoulder. “Must have me confused with someone else, but I’m not surprised. Seems to happen to most of the older set at some point or other.”