Chapter 18

I enjoyed an incredible night's sleep. I could move and spread out. I could snuggle up to Dawn. I could throw off my covers if I wanted. It was great.

I awoke before Dawn. I watched her closely as she slept. She was amazing. She was incredible. I could not get enough of her. I could not wait for the day when we would become man and wife.

I would compare her beauty to a tropical sunrise over the ocean. I would compare it to a mountain side covered in fresh spring flowers. I would compare it to a water fall in a lush green ravine. I knew that I would never grow weary of her presence. I had no doubt that she was the one for me.

Having both lost our spouses; we knew how quickly life could change. We knew that we had to grab it, live it, and appreciate it, while it was there, in front of you. I fully intended to relish this relationship until the very last breath.

To that end, I had planned a very special breakfast for Dawn. My friend was the owner of the resort. Before we had left, I had sent him a list of the supplies I would need for the breakfast. I wanted to make Dawn the best blueberry pancakes she had ever tasted. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, I wanted to draw even closer to Dawn, using my culinary skills.

For the pancakes, you needed to separate the egg white from the yokes. The really special ingredient was the Ricotta cheese. It made the pancakes light and moist. After years of searching, I had finally found the best pancake recipe in the world. The blueberry sauce was made by cooking the berries in a saucepan with sugar, lemon zest, and lemon juice. It gave off an incredible aroma while cooking, and it tasted even better on the pancakes.

I started making the batter. Meanwhile, I put the sauce on the stove to simmer. I noticed that Dawn was stirring, so I went over to give her a kiss. I gently kissed her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered. I move down to kiss her on the lips, but she turned away. She mumbled that she had not brushed her teeth yet. I said that I didn't care, but she refused to turn her head. I kissed her cheek and went back to preparing the breakfast.

Dawn asked what smelled so good. I told her that she would need to wait and see. While she freshened up, I poured the first scoop of batter onto the skillet. Soon the first pancake was done and I sampled it for texture and flavor. It was perfect. I continued to make more pancakes until I had used up all the batter.

Dawn came out of the bathroom and gave me a big hug and a very fresh kiss. After a wonderful greeting, I asked her to find her seat at the table. I placed a cup of juice before her, along with several sausages. Then I brought over the pancakes and sauce. I sat down at the table and we said Grace. I prepared the pancakes on Dawn's plate, spread some butter, and then poured blueberry sauce over the top. Then I sat back to watch her reaction.

I wasn't disappointed. Dawn took a bite, closed her eyes, and then looked up at me. "Who are you?" she exclaimed. "How in the world did you make these pancakes? They are the best I have ever tasted. What are you, some secret TV chef?" She said the sauce was also incredible. She commented that she could not believe the incredible flavor.

I knew that they were good. I had tried many different recipes until I had found that one on the internet. The picture, on the screen, looked wonderful, but the pancakes were even better. Up until that point, I had only made them for myself. To be able to share them with someone else was even better.

As we ate, we talked about the great night of sleep we had experienced. Dawn said it was so nice to wake up to a warm room and a real bathroom. She thanked me over and over.

When we were finished, we loaded up the jeep and went over to thank my friend at the office. I saw his eyebrows rise as he was introduced to Dawn. He gave me an approving wink, as he nodded toward Dawn. Dawn said she loved the cabin and hoped to make it a regular stop for rest and relaxation.

We bid farewell and continued to make our way south. I stopped at a Sate Park and pulled into the lot. We walked along a winding path that led down to Lake Superior. As we walked, we heard what sounded like the constant tinkling of glass. Dawn asked what it was. I replied that I did not know. We came out upon a rocky outcrop that looked out over the ice covered lake below.

We discovered that the tinkling noise was being created by a huge sheet of ice that was floating on the lake. The ice flow was moving slowly along the shore. As it moved, it was rubbing along the shoreline. As it traveled, pieces of ice were being broken off, giving off the tinkling sound. Dawn was amazed and so was I. It was almost like the tinkling of a hundred glass chimes. We spent a short time walking along the trail, before heading back to the car.

As we drove, we began to talk about plans for the wedding. I told Dawn that my mother would be coming. My father had died several years earlier. He had been a fireman in the Air Force, and a volunteer fireman in our community. Somewhere along the line, he had developed lung problems. I was at his side, the day that he died. During the time I had spent with him in those final days, we had discussed our various canoe trips together. Those fond memories had always brought a smile to my dad's face. Most of the time was just spent in silence.

As we drove, Dawn began to open up about her childhood experiences. I knew that her father had died shortly after her birth. He had fallen into a grain silo and had become asphyxiated before they could pull him out. Her mother had been killed while crossing the street, after working her second job to support her child. Dawn had gone on to live with her grandmother, until she could no longer take care of her.

After that, she lived with numerous foster parents. In some of the homes, she was treated like a slave and made to work very hard. Some of the families were very kind. In these families, it seemed that, just when she would become attached, she would be moved to another family. When she became a teenager, she was finally adopted. The family that adopted her was very kind. They had to be very special to adopt a teenager. They had adopted her so that their daughter could have a sister. She and the daughter had become very good friends. They would definitely be invited to the wedding.

Dawn told me that even though the family had been very kind, she had always wanted a family of her own. She put her hand on mine and said that she wanted to have that family with me. She said that before meeting me, she had begun to give up hope for that dream to come true. She said that she had felt like she was somehow cursed.

I got a lump in my throat. I knew that I wanted to be that family for her. I knew that I too had that longing; to have a family with this incredible woman. As she leaned over to give me a kiss, I knew that I would give my life to make her safe. But could I help her produce the children that she wanted to have?

Sandy and I had tried, but we had come up empty. We had been planning on seeing a doctor, before the car accident. After that experience, having children had not been on the top of my list. Now that Dawn was letting down some barriers into her past, I began to wonder if I could be the one to help fulfill her dreams.

That doubt quickly passed. I knew that I would try harder than any man I knew. I knew that if any person could do it, I would not be faulted for lack of effort. How many times had I wanted to consummate that final act of love between a man and his wife? Sometimes I regretted the fact that we had both agreed to wait.

We wanted that occasion to be a special and wonderful memory. We wanted to gaze lovingly at each other, with the realization that we had just entered into a pledge that would last for our lifetime. I held her hand in mine and told her that I wanted to make her the happiest woman in the world. I could feel her hand tremble, as she whispered sweet words of love to me.

As we continued to travel, we talked about other friends and family that we would invite to the wedding. We didn't want to have a big wedding, but we did want to invite our closest acquaintances, so that they could participate in our union. Our conversation helped pass the time, and we were soon pulling up to Dawn's apartment. We kissed, and she thanked me for an incredible experience. She asked me to call when I arrived home. It was very difficult to leave, but we both knew that we had to return to the real world.

As I drove away, I once again felt that pain in my gut. It was the knowledge of returning to my normal existence and the long periods away from Dawn. I could not wait much longer for our union to become complete. I decided I was going to start counting the days until our wedding.

It didn't take long to get back into our work-a-day rut. Dawn went to school and work, and I went back to my cabinetry work. I really enjoyed my craft and the satisfaction that it brought. I enjoyed working with my hands, creating, and solving problems. I felt great pride when I drove by a house that I had worked on. It was rewarding to think that I was responsible for the cabinetry in that structure.