STARTING OVER

Rachael pushed the heart cookie cutter into the dough. She loved Caleb, and no other man would measure up to him. She had prayed enough to know God was telling her to trust Caleb. God had pricked her conscience and shown her through the Scriptures in the Bible that she had been wrong.

Magdelena gave her a mischievous grin. “You have a visitor. I’ll leave you two alone to talk.”

“Danki, Magdelena.” Caleb came to her side and passed her the flowers. “These are for you.”

She was impressed he’d put them in a Mason jar with water. “I’ll set them on the counter, where I can look at them while I work. They’re beautiful. Danki. I should wait until I’m not up to my elbows in flour and dough, but I have waited long enough. Caleb, I’m sorry for all I’ve put you through. Will you forgive me?”

“Yes. Rachael, I’ve never stopped loving you, and I mean what I said. You are the bride for me . . .”