Amanda smiled as a soft breeze blew through her hair. The sun was slowly rising up from the horizon.
She sighed, out here, she felt alive. Relaxed. Unlike back at the kitchen. It was the definition of chaos. But she truly loved her work. Her passion is just being in the kitchen.
She felt strong arms slide around her neck forming into a hug. She looked up and saw blue eyes looking back. Her heart skipped a beat. Eric. Her Eric.
"Hello Handsome." She breathed.
"Hello Gorgeous." He replied. "What are you doing up so early?"
Amanda shrugged, and squinted up at him, "Just remembering."
"Remembering what?" He asked, running his fingers through her loose brown hair.
"Before I met you, back in high school..."
"I see. God is good."
"All the time." Amanda agreed.
"And all the time?" He continued.
"God is good." She finished, looking back up at her husband. He was totally God's best. She can't imagine her life without him. Without him, her job wouldn't exist.
But he wasn't the only one who made this possible thousands of miles away. Her faithful and loyal friends had a huge part in it. They were the ones who pushed her.
The thought gave her goosebumbs. Eric hugged her tighter. A red bird flew up and sat on a branch a few feet away from them, and started singing a beautiful song.
"Madam." Eric cleared his throat, turning her around. "May I have this dance?"
Amanda laughed, "Of course." She took his extended hand. He brought her close, and twirled her around.
Yes. She remembered high school. The drama. The classes. But if it wasn't for Eric or her friends...even those four days in Paris...she wouldn't be here, dancing with her French Dream.
Her story starts six years ago. In Chariton, Iowa. At Springfeild high.
