EPILOGUE

Two months later, Trevor and Hayley Hiebert snuggled in the backseat of a taxi as it whisked them to the airport.

Trevor kissed her nose. “Awfully nice of your folks to spring for a honeymoon in Hawaii.”

Hayley pulled his mouth down to hers. “Mm-hm.” Breathless minutes later, she shifted an inch or two away. “God’s working there too. Mom hugged me—I’m still in shock. And Dad? I think you’ve got a fan, there, Mr. Hiebert.”

“He must be a good judge of character.”

Hayley laughed. “Obviously. It will be interesting, to say the least, if they do come visit us next Christmas.”

Trevor covered a yawn. “I gotta say, that was the fastest—and slowest—two months of my life.”

Hayley didn’t bother to hide her yawn. “Agreed. Your mom was amazing. Moving, then our wedding—she breezed through it all as if she was half her age. Her Meniere’s must be responding well to homeopathy. She told me she hasn’t felt dizzy in weeks. And I love your folks’ condo. The park behind them should help them adjust to the city.”

“Yeah, Dad said he watches people now instead of cattle, and he’s not sure there’s much difference. Except cattle are more content.”

Hayley rested her head on her husband’s shoulder. “No surprise there. They’ve got space, plenty of food, and fresh air—except when the manure pile thaws. And someone to take care of them.”

Trevor nuzzled her hair. “Sounds like a good life, all right. Here’s to farm life.” He raised a pretend chalice.

Hayley followed suit. “And here’s to a life filled with love, grace, endurance—like Pastor Dave said—and children. Lots of children.”

“Hear, hear. Let’s get started on that.” He lifted her chin with one finger and whispered against her lips. “All of it.”