Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Italy? We’re going to Italy?” I’ve only been to New York and New Hampshire. Italy seems like outer space to me.
“We’ll start in Florence. Some of the greatest art museums are there. Then, when we’ve had our fill of art, we’ll head to Liguria. It’s on the coast with gorgeous beaches and the best food. Oh, and one other thing…”
“What?”
“There’s a park in Liguria, Aveto. There’s something there I think you’d like to see.”
“What’s that?”
“Wild horses.”
“Have you been there? How do you know all this?”
“I’ve been to Italy but not for art or horses. I planned this trip for you. I researched all kinds of places before booking it. I considered the Louvre. I thought about London with the National Gallery and all the other museums, but Italy just felt right.”
“It sounds perfect. I can’t believe you did this for me.” I squeal and plaster his face with kisses. “Oh, but the kids and a passport. I need a passport, right?”
“The kids are taken care of. We’re going as soon as they go back to school. Sherry and her daughter have agreed to look after them while we’re gone. We’ll rush your passport. You have nothing to worry about.”
“You know I’ve never been anywhere. When I first came here, I was amazed at how different things could be. Italy? It’s exciting.”
“Consider it the first trip of many. We’ll see how many stamps we can put on your new passport.”
We settle back down on the sofa, and I try to absorb all of the things Stephen has told me. It’s overwhelming and more than any one person has a right to dream about … yet, it’s my reality. I’ve lived it every day since Stephen and I met. He’s relentless about making sure that the kids and I have everything we want.
“I wish I could do big things like this for you sometimes,” I tell him.
“What are you talking about? You’ve done the biggest anyone could do. You gave me children.”
“And that’s enough?”
“No.”
I turn to him, desperate to know what else I can do for him. I’ll do anything to make him happy.
He smiles. “It’s not enough for someone to have my kids for me. It’s that you had and are raising my kids for me. I never wanted anyone the way I want you. You’re more than enough, baby girl. You’re perfection.”
The End.