Heather Burch - One Lavender Ribbon

SaraAnn didn’t notice her momma’s panic.

Will watched as his wife rushed to the window and clung to the sill. He came over and placed his arms around her waist. “It’s Pops. He’s taking the boat out.”

Her eyes widened in fear. “It’s night, Will. The dream.”

But he didn’t answer, didn’t explain, just stared out the window as running board lights disappeared, swallowed by the canal.

Frustration caused her to push away from him. “What are you doing?”

When the first tear trickled onto his cheek, she quickly moved back into his arms. “I’m learning to let go.”

At 5:15, they got the call from the Coast Guard. The unmanned thirty-two-foot cuddy cabin was moored on Grace Island, one of Pops and Sara’s favorite fishing spots. At 5:32, the coroner, a family friend, stopped by. “It’s the strangest thing, Will. Your grandfather was lying on the beach like he was taking a nap, and I swear there was a smile on his face. I can’t see any reason why he died.” He rubbed a beard-stubbled chin. “The boat was tied, no signs of foul play. It’s like he just stretched out to watch the stars, closed his eyes, and—”

“And awakened in Glory.”

“We’ll know more after the autopsy.”

Will shook his hand. “He’s with Sara. I know everything I need to know. Thanks, Dr. Baker.”

Open windows filled the house with fresh air. Adrienne stood at the kitchen sink, rinsing the vegetables SaraAnn had picked from the garden. The five-year-old scurried outside to play when a fat squirrel entered her sphere of vision.

Adrienne laughed. “She still believes she’ll catch that squirrel.”

Will slid his hands around his wife, open palms grazing her growing belly and loving the fact their family was about to welcome a new member. He nuzzled her ear. “She’s curious, like her mother.”

She half-turned toward him, resting her head against his chest. “And stubborn, like her father.”

With the pad of his thumb, he tilted her chin so he could gaze into her eyes. “You know, I’ve heard of men being attracted to pregnant women. I never fully understood until now.”

She blinked innocently. “You weren’t attracted to me when I was pregnant with SaraAnn?”

He scowled. “Ridiculously. But I think it’s getting worse. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

A throaty giggle escaped her lips. “Well, who asked you to?”

He captured her mouth with his. Will angled so his body rested against hers. He lingered there, in that kiss, tasting the woman he loved until a swift knock hit him in the lowest part of his stomach.

Adrienne rubbed a hand over her belly. “Slugger’s got quite a kick.”

Will bent at the waist and addressed his unborn child. “Another few weeks, and she’s all yours. But until you make your appearance, she’s mine.” He kissed her stomach, stood up, kissed her cheek, then dove for her mouth again, losing himself in her essence.

Later that night, Will sat at the antique bureau in their bedroom overlooking the canal. Beyond the open window, waves lapped the sides of the boat, and a strong breeze carried the scents of autumn. Throughout his life, he’d learned many things. But the one that most surprised him was the power of the written word. And that’s why at night, when his family slept, he sat at the bureau and wrote letters.

Dear SaraAnn,

I’m watching you grow up before my eyes, and sometimes I wonder if I’m giving you all the advice you need. Life can be hard, but it’s also beautiful. I expect you’ll have your share of both, as we all do. But no matter what roads you travel, just one turn can lead you back home.

You and your momma are the loves of my lifetime. One day, I hope you’ll find yours. Until then, make every day count. Live a life you’ll be proud of. Be strong when life is a war. And be soft when a friend needs an understanding ear. Be yourself, SaraAnn, because there’s nothing more beautiful than you. Of all the things I may be able to teach you, this one lesson is most important. Life is to be lived.

Your biggest fan,

Daddy

I wrote this book and placed it on a shelf. It was a book of my heart, and I was content to leave it there. But there were three people who read it and weren’t satisfied with that. They insisted One Lavender Ribbon should be shared. For that, I thank you: Diane; my husband, John; and Julie Palella—who told me One Lavender Ribbon was her favorite book that she’d ever read. Those words forced me to lift it from the shelf, dust off the cobwebs, and dive back into the story of Adrienne, Will, Pops, and Sara. I’m so glad I did.

JoVon, thanks for your work, thoughts, ideas, and an unstoppable amount of enthusiasm.

Kelli, you took this book, nurtured it, cherished it, and helped mold it into something beyond what I dreamed. Your encouragement has made me a stronger writer, and your commitment to the project made it a much more powerful read. Thanks for being on this journey with me. If the pages sing, it’s your song they’re playing.

Sarah Sundin, thank you for sharing your knowledge of World War II and for being a beta reader for me. I’m so glad we connected.

A special thank-you to every man and woman who is now serving or who has ever served in the armed forces. You place your lives on the line so we can live without fear. You are my heroes.

Photo © 2012 Melinda Hanks

Heather Burch writes full-time and lives near the beach in Southern Florida. Her debut novel was released to critical acclaim in 2012 and garnered praise from USA Today , Booklist Magazine , Romantic Times , and Publishers Weekly . Living in a house where she’s the only female, Heather is intrigued by the relationships that form among men, especially soldiers. Her heartbeat is to tell unforgettable stories of love and war, commitment and loss . . . stories that make your heart sigh.