Chain Of Love ll

         

My heart filled with new respect and appreciation for the

man I was going to marry.Yet,as we left the restaurant,Luhan
 

seemed distracted.In the parking lot,I suggest dessert at the local

ice-cream parlor.


“I have something important I need to see to,” he declined.He had

already started driving away when I realized he had forgotten his

coat.I tried to flag him down but he didn’t even see me.


Why was my attentive fiancé suddenly so absent-minded? I

returned homeuncertain where we stood,not sure I had really

gotten what I wanted.


Later that night the phone rang.

“I need to see you.I need to come over.” There was urgency in his voice.
 

“Why?What’s wrong?Baby?” He had already hung up.

Fifteen minutes later,Ron arrived carrying a large cardboard box.My heart sank.Was he returning all he gifts that I had given him?I twisted the week-old diamond ring on my finger.I started to slide it off.

Luhan held out the box. “Open it.”

I swallowed hard and lifted the lid.Inside the box was a paper

chain.

I pulled out length after length after length.On each link was a

date,beginning with the current day and numbering into the future.

I knew my face mirrored the questions churning inside me.I

looked at him.


He smiled at my puzzlement but quickly grew serious.

“I thought about your decision,” he said. “And I plan to honour-it
 

Although it will be a great sacrifice.” He nodded at the chain

drapping from my hands. “The chain represents the sacrifice.”

Luhan asked me to hang it in my bedroom and tear off link every

night.As our wedding neared,the chain would shrink and so the

sacrifice.

 

“With each torn link,pray for me to have the strength to be true to

 this commitment .” Luhan gazed lovingly into my eyes,

                                                                                                       “Will you do this for me?”