“I know,” Cassia said, and blushed with the thrill of hearing
Adalynn say it. “I just wanted to hear it out loud.”
“I’ll never stop telling you that you’re special. Or that you
have goat poo on your boots and mud in your hair.”
“I do not!” Cassia reached up and her fingers connected
with straw and dust, and a big chunk of something gooey that
felt like mud. It had to be mud. She didn’t want to consider the
alternative. “Oh. Okay. So, I do.”
“I even love that about you. That you’re still smiling. That
you never get tired of hearing how we met. I love that you
never get tired of hearing that I love you. That you play piano
beautifully, to make it worth the herculean effort of getting
that beastly thing into the living room.”
“I love that we still dance all the time. Which reminds me,
we really should take those classes. And the cooking ones.
You’re still a horrible cook. The internet videos haven’t
helped.”
“Thanks,” Adalynn said, and rolled her eyes. “But I know
it’s true. Give me something I don’t have to put heat to and
I’m good. I think we make a good match. You do the cooking,
I do the un-cooking. Things like yogurt and cereal and ice
cream are vastly satisfying too.”
Cassia grabbed another bale and slid it out of the truck. She
hefted it over into the stack. “You’re right. They are. I think
that’s why we make a great team. That’s why opposites work.
It’s so that we complete each other. So, we’re not good at the
same things, and so we can learn from each other.”
“Now that I have you in the mood to talk about how much
you love me, I was going to ask you about this goat that I saw
that needed a home…”