Stretching his legs over the table’s long bench, Pete wiggles into his favorite corner for lunch. Not that a hard seat or the noisy school cafeteria make this particular spot all that appealing, but rather, from here, Pete can steal admiring glances at MaryBeth Carmichael, who sits at the table’s opposite corner.
But today, just when he turns for that secret peek, she suddenly looks up, catching Pete staring. She smiles, sending Pete’s heart into a flutter, then curls her finger, gesturing him over her way. As if magic were in that call, he finds himself floating around the table’s end, then standing beside her, albeit on wobbly legs.
There, she gazes up at him, her eyes filled with the glow and warmth of the sun and moon.
“I’ve been watching you,” she confesses.
“Would you like to go to a movie?” he asks, his voice shaking.
“Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
At their favorite booth, in their favorite restaurant, Pete sits staring at MaryBeth. She seems to know and turns, catching his gaze. She does that little curl with her finger, but, rather than lean over to give her a kiss, he slides around the table and drops to his knee. Taking her hand into his, he soaks in her sunshine eyes.
“Would you marry me?” he asks, his voice shaking.
Her face beams a smile that sends his heart into a flutter. “Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
Just home from another long day at work, Pete takes his seat at their tiny dinette table. He’s hungry, and the spaghetti, despite being the third day in row they’ve had it, looks good, but for the moment, he’d rather take in the warmth of MaryBeth’s sunlit eyes. Yet, there’s something different today, as even her face seems aglow.
“Would you like it if I told you you’re going to be a daddy?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
Pete answers his phone on the first ring, after all, it’s Lisa, their daughter. As she speaks excitedly, he finds himself, almost as if by magic, floating around their kitchen’s large island and standing beside MaryBeth. Her eyes, though glowing with the warmth of the sun and moon, are filled with curiosity.
“Would you like it if I said that you’re going to be a grandma?” he asks, his voice shaking.
She smiles that smile that makes his heart flutter. “Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
Holding hands as they stare at the cake, “50 Years,” iced along the top, Pete turns from the large crowd of family and friends so he can stare instead at MaryBeth. She meets his gaze, her eyes filled with the warmth and glow of the sun and moon, then smiles. It’s then he realizes that even after all these years her smile still causes his heart to flutter.
“Would you do it all over again,” he asks, his voice shaking.
“Oh, boy, would I ever...”
But today, just when he turns for that secret peek, she suddenly looks up, catching Pete staring. She smiles, sending Pete’s heart into a flutter, then curls her finger, gesturing him over her way. As if magic were in that call, he finds himself floating around the table’s end, then standing beside her, albeit on wobbly legs.
There, she gazes up at him, her eyes filled with the glow and warmth of the sun and moon.
“I’ve been watching you,” she confesses.
“Would you like to go to a movie?” he asks, his voice shaking.
“Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
At their favorite booth, in their favorite restaurant, Pete sits staring at MaryBeth. She seems to know and turns, catching his gaze. She does that little curl with her finger, but, rather than lean over to give her a kiss, he slides around the table and drops to his knee. Taking her hand into his, he soaks in her sunshine eyes.
“Would you marry me?” he asks, his voice shaking.
Her face beams a smile that sends his heart into a flutter. “Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
Just home from another long day at work, Pete takes his seat at their tiny dinette table. He’s hungry, and the spaghetti, despite being the third day in row they’ve had it, looks good, but for the moment, he’d rather take in the warmth of MaryBeth’s sunlit eyes. Yet, there’s something different today, as even her face seems aglow.
“Would you like it if I told you you’re going to be a daddy?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
Pete answers his phone on the first ring, after all, it’s Lisa, their daughter. As she speaks excitedly, he finds himself, almost as if by magic, floating around their kitchen’s large island and standing beside MaryBeth. Her eyes, though glowing with the warmth of the sun and moon, are filled with curiosity.
“Would you like it if I said that you’re going to be a grandma?” he asks, his voice shaking.
She smiles that smile that makes his heart flutter. “Oh, boy, would I ever...”
* *
Holding hands as they stare at the cake, “50 Years,” iced along the top, Pete turns from the large crowd of family and friends so he can stare instead at MaryBeth. She meets his gaze, her eyes filled with the warmth and glow of the sun and moon, then smiles. It’s then he realizes that even after all these years her smile still causes his heart to flutter.
“Would you do it all over again,” he asks, his voice shaking.
“Oh, boy, would I ever...”
