As they grew older, everyone could see that Jimmy Wayne had taken a shine to Emmy Sue; he would often cross the bridge to bring her a handful of wildflowers, or a second-hand copy of a book he'd bought for her by doing chores for the neighbors, knowing how much she loved to read.
It was clear that Emmy Sue had eyes for Jimmy too, and though she was shy and would blush madly when he'd show up on the doorstep, her mama and daddy noted that she started tying ribbons in her hair and saving him a piece of the pie or cake she'd baked if she thought he might be stopping by.
As the years went on, they could often be seen walking hand and hand across the bridge from her house to his and back again, and no one in their little mountain community was a bit surprised then when Jimmy Wayne sought out Emmy's father for permission to ask for her hand in marriage.
On a beautiful day in early September, Emmy Sue crossed the little bridge once more, this time on the arm of her father, wearing a new pink calico dress that her mama made, with wildflowers woven into the now pinned up braids of her honey-blond hair. She arrived at the little church filled with friends and neighbors, and took her place beside Jimmy Wayne to repeat their vows and pledge their love to one another.
That love, which began long ago as they splashed in the water and fished from the bridge, was to bind them together and carry them through good times and bad for the next fifty-four years. They raised eleven children, and lived to spend their old age sitting side by side on the front porch holding hands, surrounded by dozens of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. When Emmy Sue was once asked what advice she gave her daughters and granddaughters about love and marriage, she said simply... "Real love grows, give it time."
This story was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the prompt choices this week are over or always.
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