Part II - A Godly Man

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He was in church one Sunday. I was a few rows back, but he almost entirely kept his gaze on me; and I didn't mind a bit. It wasn't often anyone showed any interest in me.
Our town priest introduced us. He was six years older than me, just shy of twenty-five. When he talked to me, he spoke of my beauty, and I was flustered — no doubt visibly, but he didn't mention it. As he spoke, I looked him in the eyes, which were a powerful blue-green. That day, he smiled the kindest smile I'd ever been blessed enough to reciprocate.
Immediately after our meeting, I knew: I would marry that man.
We spent as much of his visit as possible together. On one of his last days, we discussed our feelings, and he assured me he, too, felt an already deep connection with me, and being with me was the happiest he'd been in several years. He asked me be his wife.
At first my parents were sceptical, but I soon convinced them, and he and I were wed.
A couple days later, it was time to say goodbye to my family and leave for his hometown, where he had been visiting from; and upon arrival, I had no trouble seeing everyone we passed adored him.

Soon, I was with child. We were so happy, and incredibly excited for the arrival of our child; the months couldn't go by fast enough. When the day finally came, we were delighted to hear we had a beautiful baby girl. I almost cried with joy as I spoke her name:
"Olivia."
Olivia almost never left my arms. One of the only times I put her down was to let her sleep, but even then I would often stay by her crib and watch as she slept, so calm and vibrant; an angel. Of course, my husband made sure I got my necessary rest. I would complain and almost beg to go back to her, but I knew he only wanted the best for me, and so I retired to our bed each night, and I slept.

We ate every meal together, prayed together, went out into town together; Olivia was second only to God Himself to us. I could see in my husband's eyes, when he was with our darling daughter, the pure adoration he had for her.

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