Our matriarchs had an interesting advantage over today's western women. Matriarchs didn't begin their marriage with love. Instead, they were taught how to love. They entered marriage with an earnest determination to grow a love that would sustain their marriage for a life time.
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The menopause of Sarah became her menostart; this is feminine beauty! The death plot against Mordecai became his life spring; this is masculine beauty! A kind of life lived in God's word is a life of miraculous beauty!
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You got it, boss," I said with a smile.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Okay, new rule. No one's allowed to call me that."
"Yes, boss," said all five of us in unison.
I had a feeling you’d like that,” he said with a satisfied grin.
“Why do I feel it . . . everywhere?”
“Everywhere?” he murmured. His fingers moved between her legs. “Or here?”
“Everywhere,” she said breathlessly, “but there most of all.
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His leg throbbed, but his heart felt lighter, and for the first time in years, the world seemed to be filled with possibility.
“I love you,” he said. And he thought to himself, That makes five. Five times he’d said it. It wasn’t nearly enough.
“And I love you.” She bent down and kissed his leg.
He touched his face and felt tears. He hadn’t realized he was crying. “I love you,” he said again.
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Oranges and unicorns say the bells of St. . . .” She looked to Harriet for inspiration.
“Clunicorns?”
“Somehow I don’t think so.”
“Moonicorns.”
Sarah cocked her head to the side. “Better,” she judged.
“Spoonicorns? Zoomicorns.”
And . . . that was enough. Sarah turned back to her book. “We’re done now, Harriet.”
“Parunicorns.”
Sarah couldn’t even imagine where that one had come from. But still, she found herself humming as she read.
Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clements.
Meanwhile, Harriet was muttering to herself at the desk. “Pontoonicorns xyloonicorns . . .”
You owe me five farthings say the bells of St. Martins.
“Oh, oh, oh, I have it! Hughnicorns!”
Sarah froze. This she could not ignore. With great deliberation, she placed her index finger in her book to mark her place and looked up. “What did you just say?”
“Hughnicorns,” Harriet replied, as if nothing could have been more ordinary. She gave Sarah a sly look. “Named for Lord Hugh, of course. He does seem to be a frequent topic of conversation.
And when he kissed her . . .
All she wanted was more.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, and for the first time in her life, Sarah truly believed that she was.
She touched his cheek. “So are you.”
Hugh smiled down at her, a silly half grin that told her he did not believe her for one second.
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