Page 27 of Luring the Mountain Man
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Dean ruffles her hair, the dried blood on his shirt already forgotten.
“Nah. Just means you’re officially a Johnson. Now let’s get you two on the water before your brother claims the good kayak.”
As I watch my husband guide our children onto the river, the same river that brought us together ten years ago, I feel a deep, bone-settling contentment.
This is our life.
Messy. Loud. Full of accidental paddle injuries and stolen bathroom moments.
And I wouldn’t trade a single second of it.
The End
