Sunset in Kentucky

It was a cloudy Sunday morning, dreary actually, and a light rain was coming down.  Anna Marie had made sausage and gravy to eat with yesterday’s left over biscuits for breakfast.  They had their Sunday clothes on and were almost ready to head out the door.  Brady held his green-eyed, lovely wife close and kissed her on her cheek.  He was aware by the size of her fully-rounded midsection that her time was nearing to deliver their first child.
  “My sweet Anna, I’m so lucky to have you for my wife.  You are all that I will ever need.  Now here we are about to become a father and a mother.  We have so much to be thankful for.  No man could want more than this.”
  Brady kissed his wife passionately and caressed her hair.  She kept her head tilted up toward him and gazed into the gentleness shown to her with his eyes.
  “I felt a connection with you from the time we met at the barn warming dance that was held over at Sara and Peters’ place.” Brady said.  “You were standing by yourself watching Carter Riley as he played the fiddle.  He was smiling and tapping his toes, truly enjoying himself and you were smiling and tapping your toes, both of you lost in the music.”
  “I wasn’t really watching Carter,” said Anna.  “I was watching him play that instrument, the connection that was there between the player and the fiddle.  He was lost in the sounds that he created and so was I.  Music is just in a person.  I can’t imagine what this world would be like without music.  Thank goodness God created song birds.  Their music can fill your soul with peace and happiness.”
  “I know anyone that can sing as lovely as you, music is in their soul.  You are by far the best singer in the church choir.”
  “Such sweet talk,” she said flirtatiously.  “Thanks for the compliment.  Speaking of the church choir, don’t you think maybe we should start for church soon?”
  Brady walked with his wife to the cabin door and helped her step out into the misty day.  In the distance there was a little rumbling of thunder, a promise of more to come. He had already hitched the horse to the buggy and had it tied up close to the front of the cabin.  She struggled getting into the buggy. Even with Brady’s strong grip holding on to her arm the added weight of the baby made it difficult.  The buggy had a covering so they would be protected from the rain today.  Brady placed a blanket over Anna Marie’s lap to insure her warmth.  “That should help,” he said.  He walked over to the driver’s side of the buggy and climbed up with ease, clicked his tongue and they were on their way as the horse fell into an easy trot down the path to the road.  They wound around a grove of trees, most of which were either in full bloom or had already dropped their blooms and had leaves nearly full sized.