Here is another Picture which prompted another small story. This is a bit of a prequel to the Cracking Ice story Previously shared. It wasn’t fair. Why should papa demand him have such a profession to allow us to wed? Oh how I relished the thought of stealing away to a little chapel in the country where we weren’t known. William wouldn’t have it. He would have no part of any plan which kept us from my family. At times I wondered why family was so crucial to him and yet the answer was simple. He had none. I'd been blessed in a way he cherished and he'd walk to the ends of the earth to be a part of my world. Family and all. Father could have given him a small plot of land to oversee to prove his worth. Instead he drove him to leave. I’d been brave enough at the dock when he left. Bid him farewell with a kiss. Now I sat in a boat on the lake, my jacket forgotten on the shore. I can’t be certain how long I sat this way before my tears refused their keep. The bob...