Page 51 of Memories of the Past

Once Brooke had left the table, I pulled the small wedding planner I’d ordered out of my purse and placed it on the table. Then I opened it up to the catering page and wrote down a pile of foods we would have to order. We were well onto desert by the time our breakfast arrived. Brooke set our plates down as I closed the book and placed it back into my purse.

“Here we are,” she said, plopping the bottle of syrup down on the tabletop.

“Oh, what sort of Christmas goodies will you be making this year?” I questioned as I poured syrup onto my waffles. “I am trying to figure out what to take out to Aunt Vi and Jed in the next couple of weeks.”

Brooke thought for a moment. “Well, I am trying something new. I made them last week. I just need to tweak the recipe a bit, but I think I am going to call them Soft, Gooey, and Oh so Sticky Cinnamon Buns.”

“Those sound freaking delicious. I wish you had them here now.” I laughed.

“They were to die for! Seriously!” Brooke said as the little bell above the door jingled. “Enjoy your breakfast. We’ll talk in a few,” she said, leaving the table to greet a couple who had just walked in.

As we sat across from one another, talking about our wedding and Christmas and the new ventures with Bluebird Books and Jenkins Woodworking, I realized Aunt Vi had been right. The ending was what counted, the happily ever after, but I also think the journey is important to. After all, it is what leads us to that happily ever after. Aunt Vi was right about that as well.

I picked up my coffee and took a sip. Then I smiled at Thomas, and I realized in that moment how grateful I was. Grateful for the memories of the past that brought us back together, and I welcomed the future and all of the memories we were about to make.

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