Naomi has begun to believe that she isn’t meant to find love, but she might receive more than she has ever hoped for this Christmas.
Twenty-four-year-old Naomi King has all but given up on marriage and children. As Christmas approaches, Naomi is certain that her life will be spent as an old maid, helping with the family’s quilting business and taking care of her eight siblings. Then she meets Caleb, a young widower with a 7-year-old daughter, and her world is once again turned upside-down.
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Amy Clipston is the award-winning and bestselling author of the Kauffman Amish Bakery, Hearts of Lancaster Grand Hotel, Amish Heirloom, Amish Homestead, and Amish Marketplace series. Her novels have hit multiple bestseller lists including CBD, CBA, and ECPA. Amy holds a degree in communication from Virginia Wesleyan University and works full-time for the City of Charlotte, NC. Amy lives in North Carolina with her husband, two sons, and four spoiled rotten cats. Visit her online at AmyClipston.com; Facebook: AmyClipstonBooks; Twitter: @AmyClipston; Instagram: @amy_clipston.
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Naomi's GiftAn Amish Christmas Story
By Amy Clipston
ZONDERVANCopyright © 2011 Amy Clipston
All right reserved.
Chapter OneCaleb sucked in a deep breath as the taxi van bounced down Route 340 toward Bird-in-Hand, Pennsylvania. After nearly a decade, he'd returned to the town of his birth. He clasped his hands together. Why was he nervous? This was supposed to be a happy reunion with his family, and yet, his palms were sweaty with anticipation despite the biting December wind.
"Dat!" Susie said, grabbing the sleeve of his coat and yanking with one hand while pointing toward the indoor farmers market with the other hand. "Dat! Can we stop there? Can we? Please? Please?"
"Why would we stop there?" he asked. "We have a farmers market back home that's much the same."
She blew out an exasperated sigh and glowered with annoyance. "To get a gift for Aenti Sadie, of course. Teacher Linda says that you should always bring a nice dessert to dinner. Please, Dat? I'll pick something out fast like we do at the market at home." She batted her eyelashes and gave her prettiest and cutest smile. "Pretty please, Dat?" She looked like a mirror of her beautiful mother, and his heart turned over in his chest. At the tender age of eight, Caleb Schmucker's daughter already knew how to wrap him around her little finger.
He gave a sigh of defeat, and Susie clapped her hands while grinning with triumph.
"Driver?" Caleb asked. "Could we please make a quick stop at the farmers market?"
The middle-aged man nodded and merged into the parking lot.
"We have to make this quick," Caleb said as the van steered into a parking space. "Your aenti and onkel are expecting us. They know that our train arrived less than an hour ago and will worry if we don't get to their house soon."
"I'll be quick. I promise." Susie nodded, and the ties to her black winter bonnet bobbed up and down on her black wrap. "We should find a nice pie to bring for Aenti Sadie."
"That sounds gut." Caleb touched her nose and smiled. Oh how he adored his little girl. There was no greater love in his life.
Except for Barbara.
Pushing the thought from his mind, he took Susie's little hand in his and they climbed from the van. He glanced across the parking lot toward the highway, and his eyes fell on the Kauffman & Yoder Amish Furniture Store, owned by an old family friend, Eli Kauffman. Caleb's elder sister, Sadie, had married Robert, the oldest of the Kauffman sons, while the youngest Kauffman son, Timothy, had been Caleb's best school friend. He wondered how his old friend was doing these days. He would have to stop by and visit him before he and Susie returned to Ohio.
"Dat!" Susie yanked Caleb toward the entrance to the farmers market. "Let's go."
Caleb stifled a laugh. The little girl had her mother's impatience too. "I'm coming, mei liewe."
They stepped through the double doors and the holiday smells of freshly baked cookies and breads, spices, and pine assaulted Caleb's senses. The market bustled with customers, English and Amish, rushing to the many booths. Scanning the area, Caleb spotted booths for baked goods, jellies and jams, crafts and gifts, and paintings. A sea of shoppers pushed past Caleb and he dropped his hold of Susie's hand as he approached the baked goods counter.
"What kind of pie did you want to get, Susie?" Caleb asked. "Do you think a pumpkin pie or apple?" When his daughter didn't answer, he turned around and found a group of English customers pushing toward the counter.
"Susie?" he called. "Susie?" He glanced through the crowd, finding only unfamiliar faces. "Susan? Susan?" Caleb's heart raced as he pushed through the knot of holiday shoppers, searching for his only child. "Susan!"
* * *
Naomi King straightened a king-size Lone Star patterned quilt and glanced at her best friend Lilly Lapp, who was glancing through the order book. "I can't believe Christmas is next week. Where has the year gone?"
Lilly shook her head. "I don't know. That's a very good question." An English customer approached and began asking Lilly questions about custom ordering a queen-size quilt as a gift.
Turning her back to the counter, Naomi hummed to herself while mentally listing all she had to do before Christmas. She still needed to shop for her parents and her eight siblings. And then there was the baking for the cookie exchange. And she had to—
"Excuse me," a little voice asked, interrupting her mental tirade.
Naomi spun to find a little girl leaning over the counter and pointing toward the king-size Lone Star quilt Naomi was draping over a wooden dowel. "May I help you?"
The girl adjusted the black bonnet on her head. "Did you make that?"
Naomi nodded. "Ya, I did."
"It's schee." The girl studied the quilt, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration. "My mamm made a quilt like this once, only she used blues and creams instead of maroons."
Naomi smiled. "I bet that was schee."
"Can I touch it?"
"Of course." Naomi held the quilt out, and the girl ran her hand over it.
The girl studied the quilt, her eyes trained on the intricate star pattern. "My mamm promised she would teach me how to quilt someday."
"I bet she will. I think I was about your age when my mamm started teaching me."
The girl looked up, and Naomi was struck by her deep green eyes. They reminded Naomi of the deep green the pasture turned every spring.
"My mamm is gone," the girl said, her expression serious.
"Gone?" Naomi set the dowel in the rack and leaned over the counter. "What do you mean?"
"She's in heaven with Jesus." The girl ran her fingers over the counter.
Naomi gasped, cupping a hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry. You must miss her."
"I do. I was only—" she began.
"Susan!" A man rushed over, his expression full of fear. He placed his hands on the girl's shoulders and angled her to face him. He crouched down and met her at eye level. "I turned my head for a moment and you took off. Do you know how much you scared me? I thought I'd lost you. What were you thinking?"
"I'm sorry, Dat." The girl shook her head, tears filling her striking eyes. "I saw the quilt stand, and I wanted to come see the quilts."
The man sighed and closed his eyes for a split second. Standing, he took her hand in his. "Don't do that ever again." His voice pleaded with her. "Promise me?"
"Ya." A tear trickled down her rosy cheek, and she sniffed.
His expression became tender, and Naomi's heart swelled.
"Don't cry, Susie," he said, brushing her tears away with his fingertip. "It's okay, mei liewe. You're all right, and that's all that matters." He glanced toward the clock on the wall. "We need to get going. Your aenti is expecting us." He turned to Naomi. "I'm sorry for creating such a scene. My dochder took off and scared me so."
Naomi opened her mouth to speak, but her voice was stuck in her throat for a moment. Her eyes were lost in his, which were the same deep shade of emerald as the girl's.
"It was no bother," Naomi finally said. "We were having a nice discussion about quilts. I'm sorry she scared you."
"Danki." He glanced at his daughter. "We must be going." He turned back to Naomi. "Frehlicher Grischtdaag." He smiled, and his handsome face was kind. Yet, there was something sad in his gorgeous eyes. Naomi surmised it was the loss of his wife. Her heart ached for him.
Before she could respond to his Christmas greetings, the man and the girl were gone. He held the girl's hand as they turned the corner. The girl waved at Naomi, and Naomi waved back, her heart touched by the sweet gesture.
The customer who had been chatting with Lilly walked away from the stand.
"What happened?" Lilly asked, leaning over to Naomi.
"What?" Naomi asked, searching the crowd for the man and girl.
"What was all the commotion with the man and the girl?" Lilly closed the order book.
"The girl wandered off from her father, and he was worried about her." Naomi leaned against the counter. "She told me that her mother made quilts."
"Oh, that's sweet."
"Ya, it is." Naomi lifted a twin-size quilt from the bag below the counter and began to fold it. "But she also said her mother had died."
Lilly frowned and shook her head. "How bedauerlich."
"Ya, I know." Naomi glanced toward the door, wishing she could see the girl just one more time. "There was such sadness in her eyes. I saw it in her father's eyes too."
"I can imagine that the sadness was from losing her." Lilly straightened the pens by the register. "I know how hard it was to lose my mamm, and I'm much older than she is."
Naomi touched Lilly's arm. "I know. There was just something ..." She let her voice trail off and pushed the thought away. She'd been burned more than once by misreading her own thoughts and feelings. It was silly to even consider she'd felt something for the man and the girl, but the feeling was strong, deep in her gut. She'd wanted to hug the girl and ask her how long her mother had been gone, to take away some of the pain in her eyes.
But that wasn't Naomi's business. She didn't even know the girl or her father. She'd never seen them before. She wondered which district they belonged to. Were they from Lancaster County or were they visiting for the holidays? Now she would never know. The moment was gone and so were the girl and her father.
"What is it?" Lilly asked, a grin splitting her pretty face. She jammed a hand on the hip of her purple frock. "You're scheming something, Naomi King."
"Don't be gegisch." Naomi draped the quilt over a dowel. "I was just thinking about that poor little girl without a mother. My heart goes out to her."
"Is that it? Or were you thinking about her father who misses his wife?"
Naomi frowned. "Please, Lilly. I don't know his name or even what district he's a member of. There's no such thing as love at first sight. Love is a feeling that grows over time. It can't just appear out of thin air."
Lilly's expression was pensive. "You're different than you were when you were seeing Timothy Kauffman."
Naomi shrugged. "No, I'm not different. I just matured. My mamm told me I was boy crazy and made a fool of myself the way I ran after Luke Troyer and then Timothy."
Lilly touched Naomi's shoulder. "That's not true. You were never a fool."
"Ya, I was." Naomi cleared her throat to prevent a lump from swelling in her throat as the humiliation rained down on her. She could still feel the sting of her mother's harsh words after she and Timothy broke up. "My mamm told me that I need to concentrate on my family and stop worrying about finding a husband. So, my focus now is my siblings. If I'm meant to find love, God will bring it into my life. But honestly, I think God wants me to help my mamm raise my eight siblings."
Lilly shook her head. "You don't honestly believe that, Naomi. God wants us to get married and have kinner."
Naomi busied herself with hanging the quilt onto the rack in order to avoid Lilly's probing stare. "Ya, I do believe it. I tried love twice and failed. That was the sign that I wasn't meant to find true love, if there even is a true love for me."
"Naomi." Lilly took Naomi's hand and gave her a gentle smile. "Listen to me. I didn't think there was a true love for me, but I was wrong."
Naomi raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You found love?"
Lilly's cheeks flushed a bright pink.
"Why haven't you told me?" Naomi asked. "I thought I was your best friend."
"You are." Lilly sighed and sat on a stool. "We were going to keep it a secret until we get published next year."
Naomi gasped. "You're getting married?"
Lilly smiled, and Naomi shrieked and hugged her.
"Is it Zach Fisher?" Naomi asked.
Lilly nodded. "I wanted to tell you, but we're trying to keep it a secret."
Naomi smiled. "That's wunderbaar. You deserve to be froh."
Lilly touched Naomi's arm. "You do too. God will lead you to the path He wants, and I believe He wants you to find true love. You've been hurt in the past, but that doesn't mean you're meant to be alone." She gave a gentle smile. "Just remember this verse from Corinthians: 'And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.'"
Naomi nodded in agreement, but she struggled to believe she was meant to be with someone.
"Excuse me," an English customer said, approaching the counter. "I would like to pick up a couple of quilts for my kids for Christmas. Do you have any queen-size quilts available that are Christmassy?"
"Yes, ma'am, we do," Lilly said, moving to the rack. "Let me show you what I have here."
As Lilly pulled out two quilts, Naomi glanced toward the market exit and wondered where the handsome widower and his daughter were headed when they left.
Chapter TwoThe van bumped and rattled down the long rock driveway to his sister's large white farmhouse. The dairy farm had been passed down through the Schmucker family for four generations, and Caleb's parents had lived in the apartment at the back of the house until they passed away.
The white clapboard home still looked the same as he remembered from his childhood. The vast three stories sprawled across the front of the property, while one large white barn and three smaller barns sat behind it, housing their livestock and farming supplies. The white split-rail fence outlined the large pasture, and Sadie's gardens—her pride and joy that she replanted every spring—ran the length of the enormous house.
Happy childhood memories swirled through Caleb's mind. He'd spent many hours on the porch with his parents and extended family during the warm months. The back pasture was where he and his cousins would play baseball.
During his teenage years, the pasture became the site for impromptu volleyball courts during youth socials. And it was at one of those socials where he'd met Barbara, who'd been visiting her cousin for the summer. Caleb had taken one look at Barbara's beautiful smile, and he knew he'd met his future bride.
"Dat?" Susie's little voice brought him back to the present. "We're here, ya?"
Caleb leaned over and touched her chin. "Ya, we are." He glanced toward the porch and found his seven nieces and nephews filing out from the front door. "You go ahead and greet your cousins. I'll grab our bags and pay the driver."
"I can't wait to meet them!" Gripping the pumpkin pie in her hands, Susie trotted up the front steps to the circle of cousins.
After grabbing their two bags, Caleb paid the driver and then made his way up the front steps, where he was engulfed in hugs from his nieces and nephews.
"Caleb!" Sadie's voice rang through the crowd. "It's so gut to see you!" She pulled him into a tight hug. "How was your trip?"
"Gut," he said.
"We were beginning to worry about you," Sadie said.
"We made a stop on the way," Caleb said, glancing at his daughter, who bit her bottom lip. "Susie wanted to bring you a pie."
"This is for you, Aenti Sadie." Susie handed her the pie. "We stopped at the farmers market for it."
"Oh, it smells appeditlich." After hugging Susie, Sadie motioned for them to come into the house. "Kumm! Let's eat!"
* * *
Caleb sat between his nephews, Samuel and Raymond, at his sister's long kitchen table. Across from him, Susie was engrossed in an animated conversation with her cousins about school.
Robert cleared his throat and Caleb bowed his head in silent prayer. The aroma of baked chicken and freshly baked bread filled his senses and he smiled. Being surrounded by family warmed his soul, and he thanked God for the opportunity to spend Christmas with them.
When Robert's fork scraped the plate, Caleb glanced up at the gaggle of arms resembling an octopus reaching for the dishes and bowls of food in the center of the table. Voices rang out around him as the children discussed the upcoming Christmas plans.
"Caleb," Sadie said, raising her voice above the discussions swirling around them. "It's so gut to have you here with us. How does it feel to be home again?"
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