Abby Rosser

Oh, to Grace Abby Rosser

Life is Filled with Decisions.

Some significant. Some insigificant. Some momentous.

Who to marry? Which job to take?

Cream & sugar with your coffee, or drink it black?

But is it possible that there are no insignificant decisions?




Matt heaved a forkful of hay down just as the barn door opened, and a shadowed figure entered. He heard an unfamiliar cry of bewildered irritation that did not belong to one of his seven younger brothers or sisters. This was a woman's voice-young, and most definitely annoyed. In an instant, Matt was brushing hay off a young woman's shoulders. She wore a pale yellow dress dotted with yellow and green flowers with stylish puffed sleeves and a nipped-in waist that flattered her petite figure. Her red hair spilled out of its hair pins, leaving unruly curls all about her forehead. Matt was struck by the force of her beauty.

The young woman blushed, then extended her hand. "I'm Anna, your brother Ernest's wife."