The West Wind Won't Carry an Old Promise

While I was cleaning our new marital home, I lost my footing on the ladder and fell. It hurt terribly, but my first instinct was to text Bartholomew. "I just slipped while wiping down the windows, but the moment I thought about this being our home someday, it made me so happy." I stared at my phone screen. There was no message. It wasn't until several hours later that I finally got his reply.