She could not sleep for the excitement.
A dream come true. A lifelong prayer answered.
She lost count of the times they’d gone without, made do with little. They saved. They scrounged. They worked. They sought. They searched. They found.
Only to be turned down. Back onto the merry-go-round.
It was not for sale. It was too old. It was rotten. It was tied up in legal battles. It was too large. Too steeply priced. Too small.
She almost lost hope.
Then this. Beat up and needing some work. Their Goldilocks perfection.
He didn’t want to sell. His late wife’s boat. Her family’s name. Nope.
They begged. They pleaded. They tried to explain.
Finally … he relented. Perhaps they wore him down.
They drew the contract. Argued. Fretted. Signed.
The boat was theirs.
“You must rename her,” he stressed, pen in hand.
Tomorrow it will become her River Run.