Making Light of Things

Nearer Still Nearer

I called Faith a few moments ago - a surprise because it wasn't our usual phone-time. Hearing her smiles of pure joy had me grinning from ear to ear.

"I love you", I muttered. "Marry me?"

The question that I'd asked a million times has long become a statement of love - a reaction to love's sheer abundance rather than the question it once was.

"Of course I will", she replied. "Silly question".