My Dearest family and friends:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!

I hope this letter finds you and your family happy and well this holiday season.

As I write this letter, I can’t help but think back to all of the momentous occasions that have occurred in Sleepyside this year. It seemed like it was a yearlong celebration.

Peter and I are doing well. We celebrated our 28^th wedding anniversary this year. Our children surprised us with a room in the city. We received tickets to a show as well as dinner reservations to the most exclusive restaurant. It was an amazing weekend where we got to play tourist without worrying about cooking, cleaning, working, etc.

We never expected something so touching. They said it was just a small token of their appreciation for all we’ve done over the years and we were honored at the gesture.

It was a momentous year for our youngest, Bobby, or Rob as he prefers to be called now. Our baby graduated from high school in June. He also received a full  baseball scholarship. We were all surprised because Rob didn’t tell us. We found out from Principal Stratton when Rob walked across the stage to get his diploma.

It was an average size class that sat on the stage at Sleepyside Junior-Senior High School. They were all wearing either blue or white caps and gowns. Families and friends were seated in the audience to help celebrate their accomplishments.

Mayor Dill was the keynote speaker, encouraging the graduates to dream big and work to reach all their goal knowing they had been blessed with a great education in Sleepyside.

After the salutorian and valedictorian speeches, it was time for the graduates to receive their diplomas. As the students crossed the front of the stage, Principal Stratton announced each name and listed any special awards or scholarships they had earned.

“Robert Belden,” Principal Stratton said. “Full baseball scholarship to Michigan State University.”

The Belden family was stunned into silence for a brief moment before their cheers of celebration reverberated off the auditorium walls. Robert stood on the stage, grinning from ear to ear that his family had been surprised at this recognition.

After the ceremony, they gathered for some family and friend photos outside the school.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Brian asked, once the photos were done. “That’s quite an honor.”

“When I found out I was really shocked,” Rob said. “I had applied for several scholarships. I figured it wouldn’t hurt. If I got one, that was great. If not, that was okay too. I knew there were others who were better players and had better grades than me. I honestly didn’t think I’d get one. Then the letter came. It took a couple days for the news to sink in. When it did, I approached Principal Stratton to ask about announcing awards and scholarships as part of the ceremony. He listened to my reasoning and was all for it. Especially if I could surprise all of you, which is not an easy feat.”

“This is amazing,” Helen said, dabbing at the tears in her eyes.

“We’re so proud of you, son,” Peter said. “You worked hard and it’s paid off.”

“Congratulations,” Mart said. “You are about to embark on a magnificent educational journey at a well known academic establishment.”

“Didn’t college teach you to stop that?” Trixie asked.

“He wouldn’t be Mart if he did,” Di said.

“I’m certain that kind of education is not part of the curriculum,” Rob said.

“Thank goodness,” Trixie said.

In late August we took him to Michigan and helped him get settled in the dorm. He lucked out, as he was assigned to a suite, rooming with his best friends, Larry and Terry Lynch. Their fourth roommate was George, from Niagara Falls. They’ve had a blast this first semester and I’m certain the next three and a half years will be just as successful and fun.

The fun is also continuing for Mart and Di. When they got married a year ago, we all began taking bets as to when the two of them would grace us with our first grandchild. However, we were really surprised when we gathered on New Year’s Day for brunch and they told us the news.

As is tradition every New Year’s Eve, Edward and Margaret Lynch hosted a party for the adults.  The Bob-Whites, with their spouses and friends, congregated at Crabapple Farm for a party of their own. It was a festive time at both parties as everyone reminisced about the past year. 

On New Year’s Day, everyone would make his or her way to the Manor House for brunch. Since the other two homes were used the night before, Matthew and Madeleine offered their home for the following day.

Members of all their families arrived at the house and were ushered into the large family room. When everyone was present, they went to the dining room and filled their plates with a variety of food from the homemade buffet.

Everyone returned to the family room and found someplace to sit. A couple members of the younger generation looked like they had partied a little too hard the previous meeting.

“Should we be expecting to see some of your names in the police blotter in the paper?” Peter questioned.

“We’re fine,” Brian said. “We didn’t go anywhere and we didn’t do anything to get into trouble.”

“He’s right,” Trixie said. “With Rob and both sets of twins present, there was nothing R or NC-17 rated.”

“I should hope not,” Helen said. “You’re several years older, I still was unsure you including them was a good idea.”

“Everything was fine,” Rob said.

“And we even kept alcohol away from our party,” Jim said. “We have plenty of fun without it.”

“None of you had any alcohol?” Matthew asked.

“Not a drop,” Honey said. “To ring in the New Year, we opened a bottle of sparkling cider.”

“Then why does Diana look so pale?” Margaret asked. “You said you hadn’t been drinking, but, I’m sorry sweetheart, you look like death warmed over.”

“She wasn’t feeling well last night,” Trixie said. “We told her she could rest in the spare bedroom, but she didn’t want to miss the festivities.”

“Darling, if you really aren’t feeling well, you should probably go see a doctor,” Margaret said. “Being sick for several days could mean there is something seriously wrong.”

Diana handed her plate to Mart as she said, “I’ve already seen a doctor, Mother. He said that me getting sick would go away.”

“What medication are you on?” Brian asked. “There’s a lot that can help when you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m not taking any medication,” Di said. “The doctor told me to just let it run its course.”

“I think you need a second opinion,” Edward said. “They should give you something.”

Mart reached over and took Di’s hand in his own. “They can’t,” Mart said. “If they did, it could harm the baby.”

The silence exploded in the room as each person stared at Mart and Di.

“Did…did Mart say baby?” Margaret asked.

Di nodded.

“You’re pregnant?” Trixie asked.

Di nodded again.

Pandemonium erupted. Helen and Margaret rushed to Di’s side and hugged her and Mart tightly. Peter and Edward shared a look, the announcement making them realize they were going to be grandparents.

The rest of the Bob-Whites were already planning for the new arrival.

“Oh my goodness,” Trixie said. “This is the start of the next generation of Bob-Whites.”

“This baby is going to be so spoiled,” Brian said. “I can already see our parents trying to figure out who’ll hold the baby first.”

“We are definitely going to have to plan a baby shower,” Honey said. “And it’ll have to be co-ed because we never exclude any of the Bob-Whites and I can just bet that Di will make certain Mart will be a part of every step of her pregnancy.”

“This is really amazing,” Jim said.

“I can’t believe my almost-twin brother is going to be a father,” Trixie said in disbelief.

“Sorry for dropping the new this way,” Mart said getting everyone’s attention as Margaret and Helen moved back to their seats. “We were actually going to wait.”

“But I am glad this is out,” Di said. “I swear when anyone has looked at me this past week I had a feeling everyone knew the news we had. I figured the look on my face screamed I was pregnant.”

“Sweetheart, when is the baby due?” Margaret asked.

“The end of July,” Di said.

“That’s only seven months,” Margaret said. “We’re going to have to get planning. That time will go by so quickly and before you know it, the baby will be here.”

“Mother relax,” Di said. “We have time.”

“Diana is right,” Edward said. “Let’s just celebrate the news. Tomorrow you can start shopping.”

The excitement seemed to sweep over everyone that the first child of the next generation was coming. We all were focused on Di making sure her pregnancy went smoothly. We all knew she could possibly be carrying twins since it runs in her family, but the sonogram proved she was carrying only one baby.

As the months passed, Diana had a glow about her. She was beautiful. And as the days neared when the baby was to enter this world, she seemed to look even more radiant. Diana may not have thought so herself, but she did.

It was mid-July and they were all down by the lake at Manor House celebrating Jim’s 27^th birthday. It was the perfect summer day with a few light, fluffy clouds in the sky. A light breeze kept the temperature tolerable.

A few white tents had been set up so that people could get a break from the sun if they wanted it.

The Bob-Whites, minus Di, were in the lake having a water fight. They had gravitated toward the water after eating and were anxious to cool off. Before dinner they had played volleyball with Di as their scorekeeper.

As their parents talked, Di got up from her seat in the shade and made a beeline for the dock. She moved slowly, one hand on her extended stomach.

Mart swam to the edge of the dock and looked up to her, his short blond hair matted to his head from a recent dunking.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Mart asked.

“I’m all right,” Di said tiredly. “I just can’t sit any longer.”

“Do you want to go home?” Mart asked, climbing up onto the dock to stand beside her. He brushed the water from his face.

“No,” Di said.

“We can leave if you’re not feeling up to being here any longer,” Mart said. “I know you haven’t slept much these last few days.”

“I’m all right,” Di repeated. “I just feel the need to be moving, even though I’m as huge as a house.”

“You are not huge,” Mart said, wrapping his arms around Di and pulling her close. “You are beautiful and are carrying our child.”

“I don’t feel beautiful.”

“You are,” Mart repeated. “And I think everyone would agree.”

“Thank you, Mart.”

“I love you.”

“I love you…oh!”

“What is it?” Mart asked, leaning back and searching her face for a clue.

She lifted her gaze and looked him in the eye. “My water broke.”

Mart glanced down and saw a wet stain forming on her maternity dress.

“Okay,” Mart said. “We have time. Let me grab my shirt, wallet and key and we’ll head to the hospital.”

“We don’t have the bag,” Di said frantically, as they made their way back over to their parents.

“There’s a bag in the car,” Mart said. “I’ve always had a bag ready just in case.”

Di grabbed Mart’s arm and groaned.

“It’s all right,” Mart said. “Just breathe through it. You’ll be fine.”

After a moment Di looked up at him. “I hope all the contractions are that easy.”

“Come on. Let’s grab our stuff and go.”

They reached the chair where they left their stuff and Mart pulled on his shirt, before grabbing his keys and wallet

Helen moved over to them. “Is everything all right?”

“My water broke,” Di answered.

“The baby’s coming?” Helen exclaimed.

“We need to get her to the hospital,” Mart said.

“Peter, we need you to drive Mart and Di to the hospital,” Helen said.

“What’s wrong?” Margaret asked, getting out of her chair.

“Di’s in labor,” Helen said.

“Get going,” Edward said. “We’ll clean up here and be right behind you.”

“Thank you,” Mart said and escorted Di up the hill with his father.

A short while later the two of them were in the delivery room. The contractions had come on hard and fast once they had arrived. The doctor believed the baby wasn’t wasting any time entering the world.

Mart coached Di through each contraction, offering words of support and comfort. Both of their mothers were in the delivery room, offering love and support as each minute passed.

Their baby entered the world with a cry and the doctor said, “It’s a girl.”

She was immediately wiped off, weighed and measured. She was wrapped in a pink blanket and a white cap with a pink stripe was placed on her head.

Mart, Di, Margaret and Helen watched as the nurse carried the baby back to Di. The infant was placed on Di’s chest, as tears of joy streamed down Di’s cheeks.

“She is so beautiful,” Di said.

“She’s gorgeous,” Mart said. “Thank you for giving me a daughter.”

“Thank you,” Di said and Mart leaned down and gave her a kiss.

“She is perfect” Margaret said.

“And our first grandchild,” Helen said.

Everyone was thrilled when Emma Leigh Belden entered the world. I’m not sure who was more excited, Peter or Mart.

It seemed like Mart made sure he was always near his daughter, never wanting to leave her alone. He was protective from the moment he held her.

And Peter has turned into the doting grandfather. Whenever we get together, he’s the first one to scoop Emma into his arms.

I caught them one afternoon napping together. He had offered to put her down for a nap and when he didn’t return after a while, I went in search of them. I found Peter had his chair in the reclined position and Emma was nestled on his chest. They were both sound asleep. It was the perfect picture.

Emma is thriving and it won’t be long until she is walking.

It was also touching when Mart and Di asked Dan to be her Godfather. Dan has definitely become another son to Peter and I. He has such a kind and warm heart. He is a young man his parents would be proud of.

And it was touching the night he stopped to talk to Peter and me.

“Dan? It’s so good to see you,” Helen said, opening the kitchen door. “Please come in.”

“Thanks,” Dan said, stepping into the farmhouse. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” Helen said. “Would you like something to eat or drink? I made fresh oatmeal cookies today.”

“You knew I was going to stop by,” Dan said.

“I was in the mood to bake today and oatmeal cookies were the item of choice.”

“I would love a couple,” Dan said.

“I’ll get them for you. Do you want a drink to go with your cookies?”

“I can get it,” Dan said.

Within a few minutes Dan had a glass of milk and several cookies on a plate. He asked, “Is Mr. B. around?”

“He’s in the living room reading the paper.”

“Could I talk to both of you?”

“Of course,” Helen said.  “Let’s go in the living room.”

Dan followed her into the room.

“Peter, Dan is here to talk to us.”

Peter lowered the paper. “Dan, it’s good to see you. Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine. I just need to talk to someone and you’ve both been great listeners over the years.”

“What is it?” Helen asked sitting down on the couch.

Dan settled beside her and let out a breath. He looked down at the plate of cookies as he fingered the glass.

“Late last week, I ran into Chief Molinson when I was home checking on the cabin,” Dan began. “I had arrived in town and had stopped at Wimpy’s to get something to eat. He sat down at the counter beside me.”

Dan ran his finger up and down the glass, leaving a trail in the condensation.

“Whenever we meet up, he always reminds me he has a place on the Sleepyside force when I get tired of working in White Plains.”

“He knows a good officer when he sees one and doesn’t want to let your skill and talent go to waste,” Peter said.

“That’s what a lot of people told me,” Dan admitted. “Every time the Chief reminds me, I thank him and tell him I’m happy where I am.”

“But something has changed?” Helen asked.

“The White Plains Police Department promotion list was released a month ago,” Dan said. “Now, I hadn’t expected to be moved up in rank. I mean, I’m only 26. It takes time for the hard work to be recognized by the higher ups.”

“But something happened to make you question the list?” Peter asked.

“When I saw who was promoted, I was really happy for several of the officers. They work hard and do their job protecting the community. Their rank increase was justified.”

“But there were some that were unfair?” Helen asked.

Dan got up, the cookies and milk forgotten as he paced around the room.

“Guys fresh out of the academy that have only been with the department for about six months or even less have been promoted over me.”

“That’s not right,” Helen said.

“There may have been extenuating circumstances as to why they got it over Dan,” Peter pointed out.

“Nepotism,” Dan said.

“You’re kidding,” Peter said.

“I wish I was,” Dan said, moving over to the fireplace and staring at the mantle with pictures of the Belden clan intermingled with photos of the Bob-Whites. “There were three promotions to rank above me and each one of them has a connection in the department. When I saw their names, I knew how they got it. I also realized that there’s a good chance I will be passed over time and time again if more family members join the force.”

“So, you’re seriously considering Molinson’s offer?” Helen asked.

“I don’t know if I should leave there and come to Sleepyside,” Dan said. “While it would be nice to come home, who’s to say that I won’t be passed over again and again here.”

“Do you really think Molinson would allow that to happen in his department?”

“I’ve seen it happen,” Dan said. “What’s to stop it from happening here?”

“Molinson recognizes his officers for the job they’ve done,” Peter said. “He is strongly against nepotism and I know he tells new officers that if they want to advance in the department, it will be based on their record, not who they know.”

“I just don’t know if switching departments is right for my career,” Dan said. “I would be at the bottom of the totem pole again and have to earn my place in the department.”

“Dan, what are your reasons for staying in White Plains?” Helen asked.

“I spent the last few years proving to myself and to my fellow officers that I can do the job and pull my weight,” Dan said. “I know the people in the community and a bond has been formed. I enjoy my job.”

“Why do you want to leave?” Peter asked.

“I’ve been passed over for promotion several times and it’s likely to keep happening,” Dan answered. “It’s not home. I live in White Plains, but my true home is Sleepyside.”

“Why should you switch to Sleepyside?” Peter asked.

“It’s closer to home and family,” Dan said. “I know this community. This is where I was given a second chance at a good life. I know that Molinson treats everyone fairly and there would be a better chance of advancement than there is in White Plains.”

“And why shouldn’t you make the move?” Helen asked.

“I’d be starting all over at the bottom of the force with all the worst shifts and patrols. Grunt work for rookies would end up on my lap.”

“Where would you be the happiest?” Helen asked.

Dan turned from the mantle and looked at them. “I was the happiest when I was here in Sleepyside and every time I leave, I hate it. Sleepyside is home.  I just seem to exist when I’m in White Plains.”

“I think you know what you want to do,” Peter said. “I think you just needed to talk out all you’ve been thinking. And if you still need more information, talk to Molinson about your concerns about promotions. He could probably ease your worries. Knowing Wendell, he will probably work you harder because he doesn’t want to show favoritism.”

“I really appreciate everything you’ve said this evening,” Dan said. “You’ve helped me organize my thoughts so that I can make a good decision.”

“We were glad to help,” Helen said.

Dan did go talk to Molinson while he was home. He had a big decision to make and was going to take the time to weigh all his options.

And he made the decision to return home to Sleepyside, taking a position on the force under Wendell Molinson. It was a hard choice, but Dan seems so much happier. He did have some crazy shifts when he started, but he earned respect from the senior officers and showed that he would do the job he was hired for, without grumbling, even if it meant doing the “grunt” work as he put it.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Dan was recognized for his work ethic in the coming year with a promotion. He definitely deserves it.

And speaking of work ethic, Brian has completed his residency and has joined Dr. Ferris’ practice. He is so thrilled to finally be practicing medicine. Dr. Ferris is planning to retire and is slowly handing over responsibility to Brian. It will be a couple of years before Brian is running it himself, but he is looking forward to being back in Sleepyside full time. He is thrilled his dream is finally coming true.

Brian is also making one of his other dreams a reality as well. We all knew he and Honey would become engaged one day and the day that happened is a memory that they will both cherish.

He stared at his reflection as he ran his hands through his brown hair, smoothing a stray hair that seemed out of place. His gaze shifted down to the blue suit he was wearing. The white shirt was freshly pressed and the black tie hung perfectly.

Brian let out a nervous breath. Tonight was important for his future and he hoped that by the time it was over, he would hear the words that would make him the happiest man in the world.

In the inner pocket of his suit jacket, he fingered the velvet box. Pulling it out, he lifted the lid to reveal the single carat diamond ring. It was exactly what he wanted and could picture on her finger. He hoped she liked it.

With a deep cleansing breath, Brian turned and left the bedroom of the small apartment in town. He quickly left the building and climbed into his car.

He pulled into the Manor House driveway a short while later. He got out of the car and approached the house as he wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. He couldn’t understand why he was so nervous. He had known her for more than a decade. They had gone on numerous dates, but he never felt this way before a date with her.

“I’m so glad to see you,” Honey said, pulling the door open and rushing into his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

He chuckled as he swung her in the air, some of the nervousness vanishing. “I’ve missed you too. I can’t believe how much since we were just together last night.”

“I hate when we’re apart,” Honey said when Brian set her down and she looked in his eyes.

“But it makes the time we’re together that much more precious,” Brian said, running a finger down her cheek.

“That’s true.”

Brian looked at the beautiful green dress that hung down to her knees. She looked absolutely radiant.

“Are you ready to go?” Brian asked with a shake of his head.

Honey nodded. “Let me grab my purse.”

They had a quiet and romantic dinner in White Plains. They had been seated in a secluded corner bathed in candlelight. Their chairs were close together and for most of the meal their hands were intertwined.

As they talked about non-important things, Brian realized he could not take his eyes off of Honey’s face. It was so animated as she regaled him with stories about a case she and Trixie had just solved. Her eyes reflected a love for her job and for working with her best friend. She loved the mystery. She loved putting all the clues together to come to a solution. She loved the puzzle of a mystery and always beamed even more when they solved it.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Brian said when Honey finally took a breath.

“I look beautiful because I’m with the handsomest man on the planet,” Honey said.

“I pale in comparison to your beauty,” Brian said as he reached for her hand.

The waitress returned and removed their plates.

“Would you care for any dessert tonight?” the waitress asked.

“How about two strawberry shortcakes?” Brian asked as he looked at Honey who nodded.

“Of course,” the waitress said. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Thank you,” Brian said.

The waitress smiled and walked away.

Brian focused on Honey and her beautiful, smiling face. He smiled in return knowing what was to come was right and that after this evening their lives would never be the same.

The waitress returned with their dessert and they quickly tasted the sweet treat. They both agreed it was one of the best shortcakes they had ever had.

Once they finished, Brian slid his chair closer to Honey. He took her left hand in his right, as he smiled at her.

“I love you so much,” Brian said. “I can still recall that day so many years ago. We got home from camp and were talking with Trixie and Jim out by the chicken coop when you came hurrying down the path. The sun seemed to shine on your hair, almost as if it created a halo around your head. I was mesmerized from that instant.”

“I was fascinated with you from the moment we met,” Honey said. “I spent so many years at boarding school completely surrounded by girls. When I did come into contact with the boys, they were Ben and his friends and they were so focused on playing pranks. But after meeting you, I knew not all boys acted that way.”

“I thought all girls were like Trixie,” Brian said. “Always wanting to follow us around. She never seemed girly and in all honesty, I never really gave the girls at school a second glance. I think part of the reason was that they all lived in town and we were out on Glen Road.

“But on that summer day, it was like I had been bowled over as a vision with honey-colored hair and the brightest smile I had ever seen came into my life,” Brian continued. “It was from that moment that I knew you were truly special, and you became even more precious to me as each day passed.”

“I was hooked on you from that day I was terrified you wouldn’t want anything to do with me when Trixie and I started getting involved in mysteries in high school.”

“I was concerned when you started starting solving them with Trixie, but I think that as time passed, I saw that you two complimented one another. I think I will always worry about you because you mean so much to me.”

Honey squeezed his hand. “You mean so much to me, as well. I honestly don’t think I’d be the person I am today if I hadn’t met you.”

“I’ve been blessed by knowing you for all these years,” Brian said and took a breath. He knew it was time. “These last few years we’ve been together have been the best in my life. I never thought that anyone with so much love would make such an impact on my heart.

“You’ve been my constant companion through these years as I’ve pursued my dream,” Brian said. “You’ve been there as I went to medical school and as I completed my residency. There were times when we had to change our plans because my schooling took priority and you didn’t complain once. You were always so understanding.”

“You always made up for it when you had to cancel our plans,” Honey said. “I knew how important your education was. You needed to focus to reach your goal.”

“And you cheered me on each step of the way.”

“I knew you could do it, Brian,” Honey said. “Your dream is finally coming true.”

“One dream is and hopefully quite soon my other dream will be too.”

“What dream is that?” Honey asked.

Brian reached over and took both of Honey’s hands in his own.

“The dream that I want to come true is something that has been on my mind a lot,” Brian said. “So many years ago, this beautiful woman entered my life. From that day on, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend my life with.”

Honey gasped.

“I love you, Madeleine Grace Wheeler,” Brian said. “I love you more than you will ever know. Ever since the day we met, I knew you were the one for me. As we have grown up, that realization just got stronger. Any time we are apart, I’m thinking how long it will be until we are together again. I hate it when we’re apart. I don’t want us to be apart. I love you, Honey. I love you so much. I hope you will agree to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out the box. He opened it to reveal the diamond engagement ring.

He looked up at Honey and saw tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at the ring. Her hand reached for the box, but it was trembling so much she couldn’t touch it.

“Honey?”

She shifted her tear-filled gaze. “Oh, Brian. Yes, I will marry you. I love you.”

Honey leapt out of her chair and threw her arms around Brian, giving him a kiss.

“Oh, Honey,” Brian said, tightening his hold on her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Honey leaned back and gave him a kiss.

When they broke apart, Honey leaned back and looked Brian in the eye. “Can I wear the ring or does it have to stay in the box?”

“Of course you can wear it,” Brian said.

He took the ring out of the box and with his own trembling hand slid the ring onto Honey’s ring finger. When it was in place, he smiled at her.

“It’s absolutely beautiful,” Honey said, looking at the ring on her hand.

“Are you sure it’s all right?” Brian asked.

Honey reached up and placed her left hand against Brian’s cheek. “It’s the perfect ring because it came from my fiancé.”

“Fiancé.” Brian’s smile got bigger. “I like the sound of that.”

“So do I,” Honey said. “But I think I may like wife even more.”

“It’ll happen,” Brian said. “But I think we should enjoy being engaged for now.”

”I can live with that.”

The two of them were so excited. They came to the farm following their dinner and told us the news. Peter and I were so thrilled for them. They are so happy together. We weren’t surprised they got engaged. We’ve known for years they would be together.

The day after they were engaged, we joined them along with Matthew and Madeleine Wheeler, for brunch to start discussing the wedding.

With all of Matthew’s business connections and their status in the city, their wedding won’t be until August. There’s a lot to planning this wedding, but Madeleine has a great handle on it.

They have decided to marry on the date they met so many years ago. The ceremony will be held on the Manor House grounds with the reception at the White Plains Country Club. The rest of the details need to be hashed out, except that Brian has asked Jim to be his best man and Trixie was asked to be Honey’s maid of honor.

Trixie and Jim are thrilled to stand up with their best friends. Trixie is over the moon because, as she said to Honey, “You’ve been my sister for years and now you’re making it official.”

Honey is going to make a fine addition to our family. We’ve considered her a daughter since the day she met Trixie.

The two of them have been inseparable since the day they met. And their abilities to solve mysteries, makes them wonderful detectives.

The agency has taken off the ground. It seems as if they are getting several new cases each week. Some have been simple, according to the girls, but there was one in the late spring that had us all worried.

“Are you sure you want to do this surveillance yourself?” Honey asked, as she looked up from the file in her hand.

“It’ll be fine,” Trixie said as she gathered supplies from around the office. “We know where he’ll be tonight and it’s the perfect opportunity to catch him in the act.”

“I just don’t feel right about you doing this on your own.”

“Honey, this is just a case where his wife believes he is cheating on her,” Trixie said. “We’ve done this a number of times. I’ll get the proof and be done with it.”

“All right,” Honey said. “But call me when you get home. For some reason I think this is a really bad idea.”

“I promise,” Trixie said. “I’ll call you later.”

Trixie left the office and headed off to watch their suspect. She knew following cheaters as a possibility, but she never expected how many of these kinds of cases would cross their desks. She felt a bit broken hearted that someone who has a commitment to one person would so easily go to another behind the first’s back.

She found a place to park for her stake out and within an hour, the suspect arrived with a companion that was not his wife. The overly warm embrace and kiss confirmed he was being unfaithful.

Trixie took several photos and then lowered the camera as the two of them disappeared into the building. She felt she had enough evidence for their client.

Off in the distance, she saw a flash of lightning, which was followed by a rumble of thunder. Trixie knew a storm was coming.

She quickly connected her hands free phone and dialed Honey’s number. Trixie started the engine and headed for home.

“Hello?”

“Hey Honey, it’s Trixie.”

“Did you get it?” Honey asked.

“Sure did. His wife was right and I’ve got the proof.”

“Good. Another case is closed.”

“Exactly,” Trixie said, pulling out onto the highway. “I don’t want to keep you, but I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way home.”

“Drive safe,” Honey said. “The National Weather Service has issued a severe storm warning.”

“I’ve seen the lightning,” Trixie said as the rain began pounding the windshield, greatly diminishing her visibility. “And I’m in the rain now.”

“I’ll let you go. Bye.”

“Bye,” Trixie said and disconnected the call.

She focused on her driving and saw the road conditions were getting worse. She decreased her speed and turned her windshield wipers on high.

A light suddenly appeared in her rearview mirror, blinding her. She adjusted the mirror and focused back on the road. The light suddenly hit her driver’s side mirror, blinding her again. The light got closer and Trixie knew the car was passing her.

Trixie eased off the gas even more to allow the other car to go by. She looked to her left just in time to see the car moving back into her lane. She quickly spun the wheel to the right and the car went off the road.

Trixie screamed as the car crashed, sending her into darkness.

A pressure greeted her as she regained consciousness. She coughed a couple times and it seemed as if the pressure increased. Her entire body throbbed and she was afraid to move.

Sitting there, she could hear the loud raindrops pounding against the roof of her car. She could hear the sound of cars passing by, but it did not sound like anyone was stopping.

Trixie used her right hand to feel for her phone. She didn’t think she could move any other part of her body. Her fingers brushed against it and she slowly moved it back to grab it. Unable to see the keypad, she pressed a speed dial number.

When the call was picked up on the other end, she was grateful she still had her hands free earpiece in place.

“Hello?” came a male voice.

“Jim?” Trixie asked weakly.

“Trix? Is that you?”

“Jim?” Trixie whimpered as pain washed over her.

“Trix? What is it? Where are you?”

“Accident,” Trixie whispered as tears began rolling down her cheeks.

“Okay, Trixie. Stay with me. I’m going to grab the other phone and call for help I need you to stay on the line. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Trixie whispered.

Trixie heard Jim on the other end of the phone, but could not focus on what he was saying.

“Trix, I’m back. Help is coming. They’re tracking the signal from your phone.”

Trixie did not respond.

“Trixie, talk to me.” Silence. “TRIXIE!!”

“Jim?” Trixie asked.

“Talk to me sweetheart. Keep talking. I need you to tell me what’s happening. Help will be there soon.”

“It hurts.”

“You said there was an accident. Tell me exactly what hurts.”

“Was working on a case,” Trixie said slowly. “Following suspect.”

“Tell me more.”

“Cheater. Caught in act.”

“Were you seen?” Jim asked.

“Just talked to Honey. Told her got photos.”

“So she knows you’re on your way home?”

Silence.

“Trixie?” Continued silence. “Trixie!”

“Jim?”

“It’s me.”

Trixie felt a panic start to rise. “Jim! I’m stuck. I can’t get out.”

“Calm down, Trix. Help is coming.”

“I’m scared,” Trixie admitted.

“It’ll be all right,” Jim said. “Help is coming and I’m not going to disconnect the call until I know you are in the care of the rescue personnel.”

“I’m stuck in my car,” Trixie said.

“You were in an accident, remember?”

“I was on my way home,” Trixie said slowly as her thoughts cleared. She felt if she focused on talking she could hide the pain for a little while.

“And you got the information for your case?”

“Yeah. I called Honey and told her I got it and was heading home. It had started to rain and I could see the storm coming.”

“There was a storm warning issued,” Jim admitted.

“Honey said that,” Trixie whispered as a searing pain shot through her body. She whimpered in pain.

“It’s all right, Trix. Just relax. Help is coming.”

“Jim.”

“Listen to me, sweetheart, please. Listen to my voice and feel my love washing over you. I know I can’t hold you in my arms right now, but my love is holding you. Think of my love. Think of yourself being in my arms.”

“Oh, Jim,” Trixie felt the tears course down her cheeks.

“You’ll be back home soon,” Jim said.

Sirens got really loud.

“I think help is here,” Trixie said.

“Stay on the phone with me,” Jim said. “I need to be sure.”

“Okay.”

Trixie heard the voices outside the car and after a few minutes and a hard yank, the drivers’ door opened. The air bag was pushed away and a light filled the interior.

“How are you doing, miss?” came a male voice as he leaned into her blurry line of vision.

“I’ve been better,” Trixie admitted.

“We’ll have you out of here in a couple minutes.”

“Where am I going?” Trixie asked.

“White Plains General,” the main said.

“Jim?”

“I heard him. I’ll meet you there.”

“My name is Erik,” the man said. “Not Jim.”

“I’m talking on the phone.”

“You are a very lucky lady.”

“I know,” Trixie said.

In the early hours of the morning, Trixie was finally taken to a room. She vaguely remembered being wheeled into the room and moved to the bed. She recalled snippets of being in the emergency room and undergoing numerous tests.

Trixie knew she should be sleeping based on the medication going into her arm from the IV bag. The doctor said it was pain relievers and that it made most people drowsy. But she was too grateful to be alive.

She was injured, but it wasn’t life threatening. She had a severe case of whiplash and a brace was around her neck. Her left arm was broken and in a cast on her chest. Her right ankle was sprained, as well as her knee. She had a bunch of bumps and bruises as well. She also had a concussion. She had been really lucky it wasn’t more serious.

The creak of the door opening forced Trixie to turn her gaze in that direction. A smile filled her face as a red head peeked around the corner.

Jim slipped into the room, glanced back into the hallway and then closed the door. He turned to face her and moved swiftly to the bed. Jim sat down on the edge and took her right hand in his.

“I snuck up when the nurses were distracted.”

Trixie squeezed his hand. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“How are you feeling?” Jim asked, looking her over carefully.

“All right,” Trixie said. “But I think that has something to do with the medication I’m getting.”

“It’s probably better to have that than to feel the pain.”

“You’re right,” Trixie said staring in Jim’s eyes.

She felt so relieved he was there. She was also grateful she had been able to reach him after the accident.

“Jim,” she said as she squeezed his hand.

“You don’t have to say it, Trix. I’m glad I was able to help.”

“I have to, Jim,” Trixie insisted. “You’ll never know how grateful I was to hear your voice on the other end of the phone.”

“I’m glad I was there,” Jim said, sliding up on the bed closer to the pillows.

Trixie looked down at the blankets as her body began to tremble. The reality of what could have happened shook her to the core. She knew she could have died. If her phone had fallen off the passenger seat or she had taken off her earpiece, she wouldn’t have been able to reach anyone.

She felt Jim pull her into his arms and hug her.

“It’s all right,” Jim said.  “You’re all right. You’re safe and don’t need to worry.”

“If I didn’t have my phone…”

“But you did,” Jim interrupted.

“Oh, Jim.”

He tightened his hold and held her close. “I’ve got you. I’m here and I’m never letting you go. You’re safe and that’s all that matters.”

“You won’t leave?”

“Never,” Jim said. “Come on. Let’s get comfortable.”

Trixie slowly leaned back from Jim. She watched him sit back against the pillows next to her. He put his arm around her shoulder and helped her lean back against him. She cuddled into him.

She allowed her eyes to close as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. She felt Jim play with her curls. In his arms she could feel the fear fading away.

“The hospital has probably called Moms and Dan and they’re freaking out,” Trixie said.

“They won’t be able to get through,” Jim said. “There are a lot of tree limbs down, along with phone lines and cell towers, and calls can’t get through to Sleepyside.”

“How do you know the lines are down?”

“I got a hold of Dan at the precinct. He’s going to let your parents know what’s going on once Glen Road is clear.”

“Thank you for being here,” Trixie said.

“I would do anything for you,” Jim said, kissing the top of her head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Trixie was quiet for a moment. She could feel her body relaxing and felt she could finally sleep.

“Trix? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Trixie said tiredly.

“Will you marry me?”

Trixie’s eyes flew open as she stared at the wall across the room. She hadn’t expected a proposal. They had been dating for years and she hoped one day to hear those words, but had not expected them on that night.

“I love you, Trixie. Tonight made me realize how much you mean to me and I don’t want to spend another day without you. Please, Trixie. I want us to be together forever.”

“Yes,” Trixie said without hesitation. “Yes, Jim. I will marry you.”

We arrived at the hospital the following morning and found the two of them in one another’s arms. We worried the whole drive in.

But when Trixie opened her eyes and gave us a smile, we knew everything was going to be all right. The two of them looked gloriously happy and we were tickled to hear the news. As with Brian and Honey, we knew they would get engaged. But the announcement that followed left us all stunned.

Trixie climbed into Jim’s car and leaned over to give him a kiss.

“Hey there,” she said.

“Hey yourself,” Jim said. “Are you ready for this?”

“I think so,” Trixie said with a sigh.

“They’re not going to be happy with this,” Jim said.

“I know, but we talked about this and we agree this is right for us.”

“We could do it another time,” Jim said.

“I don’t want to.”

Jim reached over and caressed her cheek. “Neither do I, but I wanted to be sure.”

“I am. And we should probably go before they send out a search party.”

“All right.”

Jim started the engine and pulled away from her White Plains apartment, heading for Sleepyside.

“How are you feeling?” Jim asked, trying to avoid the topic of the evening.

“I’m doing all right,” Trixie admitted. “I hate that my mobility is limited due to my left arm.”

“I’d take your limited mobility compared to your second choice.”

“So would I,” Trixie said. “But at least my other injuries are healing.”

“And soon you’ll be fine,” Jim said.

“I can’t wait.”

The rest of the ride was made in silence, both of them lost in their thoughts about the evening ahead.

Jim pulled into the driveway and went right up to the house. He parked the car and looked at Trixie.

“You ready?”

Trixie stared at the house and then let out a breath as she looked at Jim. “Yeah.”

Jim got out and went around to the passenger side. He opened the door and helped Trixie out. He kept her right hand in his as they made their way inside.

“You’re just in time,” Matthew said leaving the living room.

Trixie and Jim saw the others disappear into the dining room.

“We would have been here sooner, but…” Jim began.

“It takes me longer to get ready since I’m one-handed,” Trixie finished.

“It’s all right,” Matthew said. “And dinner was actually done early. Come on.”

They entered the dining room and they took their seats in the center of the table. Dinner conversation was light and everyone was talking about the wedding and possible plans.

Trixie and Jim allowed them to talk about what they thought would be perfect. They knew their news needed to wait so it wouldn’t ruin dinner.

Once they finished eating, they retired to the living room. Jim and Trixie sat down in front of the fireplace as the rest of their families spread out around the room.

Jim held Trixie’s right hand in his as they listened to the conversations continue.

“There is so much we need to discuss for the wedding,” Madeleine said. “There are the flowers, music for the reception, table settings, menu, music for the ceremony.”

“We can’t make any decisions until they decide on a date,” Helen said.

“With all that is involved in planning a wedding, they won’t be getting married for at least a year,” Madeleine said.

“July,” Jim said.

“What was that?” Helen asked.

“We’re getting married in July,” Jim said.

“I think that’s manageable,” Madeleine said. “That’ll give us more than a year to get all the arrangements ironed out.”

“This July,” Trixie said.

“This July?” Helen asked, glancing at Peter and the Wheelers, hoping she had heard them wrong.

“We are getting married this July, on the anniversary of the day we met,” Trixie said.

“That’s awfully soon,” Madeleine said. “With everything that’s involved, even a simple wedding will take six months to plan.”

“We’ve talked this over and we’re going to get married this July,” Jim said,

“Is there a reason you want to do this so soon?” Matthew asked.

“Because we want to be married,” Trixie said.

“I also think the accident made us realize that we want to be together forever. And for that to happen, we want to be married,” Jim said.

“Have you made any decisions other than the date?” Peter asked.

“We’ve talked a lot and thought the ceremony could be held in the yard of Crabapple Farm,” Trixie said, looking at her parents. “The yard is so beautiful in July, and with an arch, we think it’ll be the perfect spot.”

“We also though the reception could be held in the Manor House gardens,” Jim said. “The gardens have so much color and the setting would be perfect to celebrate.”

“We’ve also been working on a guest list and, including the wedding party, we are looking at about sixty people,” Trixie said.

“Sixty?” Madeleine asked.

“We want this to be intimate, with only our families and closest friends,” Trixie answered. “We want them there, since they understand how much we love one another.”

“I’m sorry to say this, but we have people who have to be included on the guest list,” Madeleine said. “There are people that must be in attendance due to our personal and business connections.”

“Mother, most of those people never met me and don’t even know Trixie,” Jim said. “They don’t have to get an invitation.”

“Jim, we have obligations and they must get an invitation,” Madeleine said. “The guest list is going to be two to three hundred.”

“Mother, we don’t want a lot of people there,” Jim said. “Most of those people don’t care about us.”

“I’m sorry, Jim, but as I said, they are people we have to invite. We are obligated.”

“Couldn’t we give them their small ceremony and reception and then have a larger celebration later with all of your contacts?” Helen asked.

“Unfortunately, that’s just not possible,” Madeleine said.

“Why not?” Matthew finally asked, getting Madeleine to look at him.

“You know that’s not the way it’s done,” Madeleine said and turned back to the couple. “If you get me your list of guests, I will take them, add the rest and get the invitations out.”

Trixie stared at her mother-in-law-to-be. She couldn’t believe she was not going to have much say in her own wedding. She looked at Madeleine and knew she needed to be really clear about Madeleine’s intentions.

“If we decide not to invite these additional people, does that mean you won’t support us?” Trixie asked.

There was a moment of silence. Madeleine said, “Yes.”

“No,” Matthew said.

Trixie had heard enough. She looked at Jim. “Excuse me.”

“Trixie, no,” Jim said as he stood up.

“Jim, Trixie understands what needs to be done,” Madeleine said. “She knows that when she becomes a member of this family she will be stepping into a role that is important to us.”

Trixie glanced at her parents and Matthew, waiting to see what she said. She felt Jim take hold of her hand.

She couldn’t believe the happiest day in her life was about to become all about making Madeleine’s contacts and Matthew’s business associates happy. The day wouldn’t be about her and Jim, but everyone on the guest list.

“Why can’t we have the ceremony our way and a separate party for the business associates?” Trixie asked. “Moms’ suggestion actually makes sense and would make everyone happy.”

“It’s just not done,” Madeleine said. “When you bring me your guest list tomorrow, we can finalize the details for the ceremony.” Madeleine pulled a notebook and pen from the drawer of the table. “We will have to change the location of the ceremony as well, because the garden of Crabapple Farm is not large enough for all the chairs that need to be set up.”

Trixie had enough.

“Mrs. Wheeler?”

“Yes, Trixie?”

“I mean no disrespect, but the wedding is going to be at Crabapple Farm in the garden.”

“Trixie, the garden is not big enough.”

“It is for sixty people,” Trixie said. “Jim and I want it to be intimate and that is what our wedding is going to be.”

“Trixie…”

“Mrs. Wheeler, we appreciate your input, but this is our day. We want it simple.”

“It can’t happen that way,” Madeleine said. “I won’t allow it.”

“Mother, it’s our day. Shouldn’t we be able to enjoy it our way?” Jim asked.

“This family has an image we show to the world,” Madeleine said. “Trixie needs to realize what she thought to be your wedding is not right for the two of you.”

“Don’t worry about the invitations,” Trixie said. “I’ll take care of it myself.”

“If you exclude the people who need to be there, we won’t pay for the ceremony.”

There was a moment of silence and Jim said, “Don’t worry about the cost. I’ll pay for it.”

“We’ll pay for it,” Trixie said. “It’s our wedding.”

“We will not be in attendance and the reception won’t be held here,” Madeleine said.

“Thank you for dinner,” Jim said. “It was delicious, but we both need to work in the morning.”

“Good night,” Matthew said.

“Good night,” Jim and Trixie said and left the Manor House.

Tension was high in the weeks following that dinner. Trixie and Jim took control of the wedding planning. They organized the ceremony and moved the reception to the grounds of Jim’s school.

The students wanted to do something for their benefactor and volunteered to set up the tents, tables and chairs. They even offered to be servers at the reception. The couple was touched at their generosity and quickly accepted knowing they were volunteering out of love.

Trixie asked Honey to be her maid of honor and Di to be a bridesmaid. A friend of hers from college was another bridesmaid. Brian was Jim’s best man, with Mart and Dan as ushers.

The couple agreed that their attendees would wear comfortable clothes for the wedding. Honey and Di had picked out sundresses and the guys wore suit jackets without ties.

Trixie found a beautiful white sundress that made her look like an angel. Jim picked a black suit with a white shirt.

The day of the wedding was perfect. Fluffy white clouds were scattered in the beautiful blue sky. The temperature was not excruciatingly hot, but comfortable with a light breeze. It was turning out just as they pictured.

We thought all the plans were falling into place until Trixie disappeared an hour and a half before the ceremony.

Trixie made her way quickly up the path to the Manor House. She had to talk to Madeleine. She had witnessed Jim growing increasingly quiet as their wedding day approached. She knew his mother not attending the wedding weighed heavily on his mind.

Reaching the Manor House, she saw Madeleine sitting on the screened porch. Trixie knew they had to talk.

“Hello, Mrs. Wheeler,” Trixie said, standing at the screened door.

“Trixie,” Madeleine said without any enthusiasm.

“I was hoping we could talk,” Trixie said.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your wedding?”

Trixie opened the door and stepped inside. “I will, but I need to talk to you first.” She sat down facing Madeleine. “You need to know we wanted you to be a part of the planning of our wedding. We wanted help from you, Moms, Honey and Di. We wanted everyone we cared about to be there.”

“You didn’t want my help,” Madeleine said.

“I did,” Trixie said. “I’m not really good at planning events and was looking to you for guidance.”

“But you rejected my ideas.”

“We were willing to compromise and Moms made a great suggestion. I’m sorry to say this, but you pretty much told us the wedding would be your way or not at all. I do understand the Wheeler family has an image to show to the world and there are some expectations, but there can also be some concessions, as Jim is not a Wheeler by blood and I am only marrying into the family.”

“There are some traditions that can’t be compromised.”

“I don’t want to argue about that,” Trixie said. “I’m here to talk about Jim.”

“What about him?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here, but I’m here asking you to reconsider attending the wedding,” Trixie said. “I’ve seen him grow more and more quiet as this day has neared, knowing one of the most important women in his life, his mother, was not going to be there as he marries the woman he loves. He is lost and I think your absence will keep this from being one of his happiest days.”

“He doesn’t want me there.”

“Have you tried to talk to him?” Trixie asked.

“Trixie, if he wanted me there, he would’ve come to talk to me,” Madeleine said.

Trixie realized Madeline wasn’t going to budge. She stood up. “I guess I’ve wasted my time.” She let out a sigh. “I hope I am never in a situation where I can just throw away a love that I cherished. I guess you’re no longer the woman that welcomed a young man into her home with open arms when he had nowhere else to go. I guess the love was only one way.”

Trixie left the porch and returned to Crabapple Farm with a heavy heart. She knew she would have felt guilty if she hadn’t tried, but she was even sadder that it had failed. She knew it was better she hadn’t told Jim. She hadn’t gotten his hopes up, only to end  up really disappointed when it didn’t work.

She slipped into her wedding dress and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was amazed at how beautiful she looked and hoped Jim wouldn’t change his mind. She felt a tinge of regret that their entire family wouldn’t be present.

“Trixie, it’s time to go,” Peter called up the stairs.

“Coming,” Trixie said, with a final look at her reflection.

She left the room and made her way to the first floor.

“You look stunning,” Peter said. “Maybe we should blow off the wedding and head into the city to see a show.”

“I think they’ll be looking for the bride,” Trixie said.

Peter reached over and took Trixie’s hand in his own. “Are you ready?”

Trixie nodded. “I am. I know Jim is the one for me. He’s the only one.”

“Then we better get going,” Peter said.

“Where’s my bouquet?”

“Right here on the table,” Peter said picking it up.

Trixie took the bouquet of white roses from her father and faced him.

“You ready?”

Trixie caught movement out the window and a smile filled her face.

“Call Jim to the house,” Trixie said, moving to the window.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride?” Peter asked.

“Not for me, but for Mrs. Wheeler,” Trixie said. “That way he can walk her to the front of the garden.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Peter said, slipping outside.

Trixie watched her father get Jim’s attention and Jim moved quickly toward the farmhouse.

“Is Trixie all right?” Jim asked when he reached Peter.

“She’s fine,” Peter said and motioned for Jim to look.

Trixie peeked through the closed kitchen curtain to see the surprise on Jim’s face.

“Mother!” Jim exclaimed.

“I hope I haven’t missed the ceremony,” Madeleine said.

“We haven’t started yet,” Jim said.

“Good,” Madeleine said. “I didn’t want to miss this important day in your life.” Her voice turned apologetic. “I’m sorry. I was so stubborn, Jim. You and Trixie were right. This is your wedding and it should be your way.”

“We could’ve been more flexible too,” Jim said.

“I was hoping I could get a front row view of the ceremony, to watch my son marry his sweetheart.”

Jim smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”

Trixie watched Jim offer his arm to his mother as they started to walk away from the house. Trixie heard Jim say, “We are going to hold a reception at the end of August to celebrate our marriage and hope you will attend that as well.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

Once they were out of sight, Trixie made her way to the mudroom and stepped outside to see her father smiling.

Peter said, “I’m glad Madeleine made it. I think that if she missed this she would regret it for the rest of her life.”

“She’s here now and that’s all that matters,” Trixie said.

“Exactly.” Peter looked Trixie in the eye. “You ready?”

Trixie’s smile grew bigger. “Oh, yes.”

“Then let’s get you to your soul mate,” Peter said, offering her his arm.

They stepped around the corner of the house and the processional began. The small group of gathered guests stepped to the side creating an aisle to the archway covered in vines and white roses.

Trixie’s eyes met Jim’s and she saw happiness shining back as she made her way up the aisle on her father’s arm.

Her breath was taken away at the sight of her beloved. He looked handsome in his black suit with a white shirt that was open at the collar.

They reached Jim and the minister. Jim shook Peter’s hand and then Trixie secured her arm in Jim’s, as they faced the minister.

The ceremony was just like they wanted, simple and special.

When they were pronounced husband and wife, Jim cupped Trixie’s face in his hands and said, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Their lips met and they heard the guests applauding and cheering.

When they broke apart and turned to face the audience, the minister said, “I would like to introduce for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. James Winthrop Frayne, the second.”

Everyone cheered even more as they made their way back down the makeshift aisle.

The ceremony was beautiful and I’ve never seen either of them look so happy.

The reception that followed was perfect. Everything was just right. It was small and special. It was so intimate and it really allowed Jim and Trixie to have a meaningful conversation with everyone who was there to join them in celebrating the start of their new life.

I honestly believe they were right to have it their way. They are happy and that is all that matters.

Wow, it’s almost two in the morning and I’ve been writing for hours. Everything has been cleaned up from the open house and some members of the family will be heading out soon for the Black Friday deals. I think they are crazy to do so, but they always seem to love the rush.

Our children have really grown into marvelous and loving adults starting families of their own.

Our first grandchild is here and for some reason. I think the coming year will bring another addition to our family. I’m not sure why, but there was something about Trixie and Jim today that seemed like they were keeping a secret. We’ll just have to wait and see.

I’m going to end this here. I hope I can resume doing this every year to keep everyone updated on the families’ activities. I’m certain the future will be as exciting as this past year.

Again I wish all of you a happy holiday season and a wonderful new year.

With Love,

Helen, Peter, Brian & Honey,

Mart, Di and Emma,

 Trixie & Jim, and Robert