Bliss

Fourteen

"Will you marry me?"

Connor wanted to wake his sleeping love and ask that question.

He had to bite his tongue to keep from springing the question on her.

He wasn't prepared at all to propose on the spot, but did it matter?

He was excited.

More than excited.

God was allowing him to propose to Bliss.

He had to be dreaming.

He knew it was coming one day. He knew it would happen sooner than he expected.

However, he didn't anticipate the 'Yes' coming as he stroked his love's hair while she rested on his lap.

It was perfect timing.

The way God did this made sense.

He didn't need to know why it took so long in his mind but could seem hasty to others.

When he saw Bliss the night of the fire, she radiated the glory and love of God.

She was truly brighter than the fire.

It was mind-boggling but a reality.

And now, the radiant, precious, beautiful, divine woman would be his forever.

Mrs. Jefferies.

Bliss Jefferies.

Bliss Maria Jefferies.

She'd make his house a home.

He'd never understood what his father meant when he'd say his mother made him misty.

His father would say a lot of things to Connor regarding his mother, and he'd take it in but never grasp the meaning.

Loving Bliss brought his words to life.

Thinking of Bliss's presence making his house a home made him misty.

He chuckled as his vision blurred.

He was a sap in every way when it came to Bliss.

She was a tornado of brilliance and love.

In a way, she ruined him entirely.

He was stuck on everything that had to do with Bliss.

She was the brightest star in his sky. More captivating than the prettiest sunset.

Beautiful was now Bliss.

Nothing could change that.

When he was without her, he saw things and likened them to Bliss.

Rainbows weren't just pretty things that came after the rain.

Rainbows were a reminder of God's faithfulness for His word to remain and Bliss being the rainbow to his pot of gold.

He didn't pay mind to such things before.

If someone compared him to a pot of gold because of his hair color, he would've found it annoying.

Now it was the greatest compliment.

The endearment, Golden, was now the cherry on top of his day.

"Cherry on top of my day?" He rolled his eyes at the verbiage.

Bliss's influence was quite swaying.

His verbiage was normal before.

Bliss added sparkle.