In The Beauty of an Amish Romance
On Friday one of my very best friends and I took my daughters into Amish country. It was the last day of their Spring Break, and it seemed like a good day trip. My youngest daughter wanted desperately to ride in a buggy behind a horse. We weren’t sure where we could take her, but on our last stop it just so happened that in the parking lot there was an enterprising Amish family who had a small petting zoo, and buggy rides. Our buggy driver was a precious older Amish man named Abe. He had a long white beard and wisdom in his eyes. He took us around his farm. He began point out to the farms around the area. “I grew up at that farm.” He pointed to a nearby building. “My wife grew up at that one.” He smiled and slowly I could see a smile b...