At 40, I agreed to marry a man with a disabled leg. There was no love between us…

His handshake made me believe in love again.

From that day on, I no longer felt lonely.

James was still a limping man, still more silent than talking, but he was the strongest shoulder in my life.

Every morning, I baked bread for him and he made coffee for me.

We never said the word “I love you”, but every little action was filled with love.

Once, as I saw him fixing an old radio for a neighbor, I suddenly realized:

Love doesn’t have to come early, it just has to come to the right person.

And perhaps, in a woman’s life, the most beautiful thing is not marrying someone in her youth, yet finding someone who makes her feel secure – even if it’s late

Ten Years After That Rainy Evening

Time flies like the wind through the maple trees.

It has been ten years since that rainy night when I – Sarah Miller Parker – held the hand of that limping man and started life over.

Now, the small wooden house on the outskirts of Burlington, Vermont, is filled with the golden colors of autumn.

Each morning, James still makes me a cup of warm tea – made his way: not too long boiling water, light cinnamon scent, a thin slice of orange.

He says: