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love that he is so perceptive to my needs. He simply holds me in silence.
    “I love you, Julian,” I whisper, feeling myself starting to drift off, the combination of the trip and the emotional strain taking a toll on me. I am sure a good night's sleep is just what I need.
    His lips caress my brow. "I love ye, mo nighean donn .”
     
    Julian
    Something has been bothering Giselle for a while now. He can see it in her eyes at times, feel it in her embrace. He wishes he could read her mind , see inside her heart . He longs to take whatever is troubling her and throw it away, to heal whatever is hurting with his love.
    Giselle has always been the most open and giving person he has ever known, always concerned for others and putting everyone else first. She is completely devoted to him and their son, and he can't imagine a better wife, nor can he imagine ever being without her.
    Julian's thoughts stray to John and Libby and their failing marriage. To have a marriage fall apart after twenty- five long years together is a sadness he can't possibly comprehend. After being together so long, there shouldn't be anything a couple can't overcome. However, he will not judge. He can only keep Libby and John in his prayers and hope that one way or another, all will be well with them.
    Softly rummaging his lips over Giselle's brow ,  he closes his eyes, again wishing to know what is wrong and how he can help.
    Help me ta know, God. Help me ta know wha '  tis in her heart an' how I can help. If she has need o me, I wan' ta be there for her. I need ta be there for her. She is everythin ' ta me.
    He holds her tighter.
    Help me ta be wha ' she needs.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
    Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
    Friedrich Schiller

    “ S he is amazing!” Dad tells us the next morning.
    Julian and I exchange knowing smiles. “How late were ye oot with the lassie last night?”
    “Oh . . . until after midnight.”
    I whistle, shooting him a wide grin. “She's a special lady, Dad. And it's obvious to everyone she is as taken with you as you are with her.”
    “She is something special,” Dad agrees. “But what about the age difference? I mean, I know there is ten years between you two, but there is twelve between us. You think it makes a difference?”
    “No, Jack,” Julian answers. “In fact, I thin' I read in one o those magazines for women tha ' the lassies are beginnin ' ta like older men. Isna tha ' right, darlin '?”
    “Hmmm, and just when did you start reading these magazines?”
    “ Weel , when we get the new shipments in at the store, sometimes I cannae help pickin ' up one every now an' then ta see wha ' new thins' we men need ta learn ta keep up with ye females.”
    Dad laughs and I snort. “An' just wha ' new thins' hav ' ye learned, ma husband?”
    “ Nothin ' new, just the same auld thins' we already know. I guess we're so daft, thins' just need ta be repeated. Maybe one day we'll get it right, eh?”
    I smile sweetly, continuing my imitation of his Scottish brogue. “I thin' ye just did, love.”
    Julian smiles and kisses me. “ Anywa ', Jack, the age thing means nothin '. I thin' ye should just go for it. Go where the heart leads ye.” He smiles, caressing my face. “The heart t'will never lead ye astra '.”
    I return my beloved husband's smile, pressing my hand to his face. “I agree completely.” Staring into one another's eyes for a long moment, we speak everything that is in our hearts.
    Dad clears his throat and smiles. “All right, I will, then. Thank you both.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
    The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

Francis Bacon

    M ark and Sara's wedding is held at a reception hall owned by a family friend and is absolutely beautiful. Red and white floral decorations lit up by strands of clear Christmas