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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Kaitlin flopped onto a stuffed pallet on the floor and tried not to think about her birthday supper and the gifts that would be presented in the Donovan tradition. But it was no use. Her eyes went again and again to the table already set for the meal, especially the lack of gifts next to her place.
After a thorough scrutiny of the table, her eyes swung to Sean. He usually teased her senseless about knowing what her gift was. This year he hadnt said a word.
Marcail was the next person to come under Kaitlins regard, but she was looking at a book and not at her anxious older sister. Had Katie cared to look at her mother she would have found herself being studied quite intently.
Shes a young 20, Theresa thought to herself. Not physically of course, but emotionally. Her world has been protected. Even when there was trouble in the mission, the children were never involved. Shes never known hate or rejection.
But she has the Lord, and theres nothing more I would ask for her. Oh, Father in heaven, Theresas thoughts turned to prayer, please keep her close to you. I trust You to give only what she can take. Please help her believe that too. Her world will be changing so quickly over the next weeks, please help her to keep her hand in Yours.
Its Father! Marcail bounced up a moment later, the first to hear his feet on the path. Patrick Sean Donovan II was greeted with the usual enthusiasm his family afforded him.
Every man should come home to this kind of love. It was his customary statement but hearing it often never erased the smiles from the faces of his wife and children.
Are you hungry, Father? Kaitlin asked anxiously.
Not really. I think Ill have my evening swim before we eat. Kate, so excited over her birthday, missed the twinkle in his eye. Her face fell with disappointment, but she didnt complain. Grumbling, and rightly so, was not allowed.
Father is teasing you, Kate, her mother spoke softly to her daughter and then louder to her mate, For shame, Father. If you could have seen this girl pace around in anticipation all afternoon you would not torment her.
Anticipation of what? Father asked with his eyes wide. Katie smiled, seeing that he was not done with her.
Im not sure myself, Katie teased back. Since I see no packages at my place.
Well, well have to see what we can do about that. Happy Birthday, Kaitlin. This time his smile held no teasing and the embrace he gave her warmed her to the depths of her soul. He released her to wash quickly for supper and in a few minutes they were seated around the table.
In the Donovan birthday fashion, gifts were opened before supper. Sean and Marcail were as excited as Kaitlin when father smiled at all of them and began to speak.