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in life or what happens, you won’t ever find a more perfect love.”
    “Okay, Grandma.” Turning the key over, I asked, “Do you need anything else before we go to my parents’ house?”
    She smiled. “Nope, I am all set!”

CHAPTER 6
    A fter all the wrapping paper settled the next morning after presents were opened, my grandmother went to take a shower and my parents sat on the couch sipping on coffee. My thoughts were focused on Emily and what had happened last night.
    “What’s wrong?” my sister asked as she set her tablet down.
    Setting down the pair of pants I had been looking at blankly, I shook my head. Going into the details of my sappy story with her didn’t seem like a fitting story for Christmas morning.
    “Come on,” she urged. Joanie had that look in her eye like she wasn’t going to settle for a simple no .
    With a sigh, I said, “I keep thinking about this girl I met last week. Well, I saw her the first time last week. Didn’t really meet her.”
    “A girl?” my mother said from the couch, overhearing us.
    “Who?” Joanie asked scooting closer to me as her eyes grew large. “Do I know her? Is it that new delivery girl at work?”
    I shook my head. “Her name is Emily, and she’s breathtakingly gorgeous. Saw her the first time when I declined that tip at the church.”
    “Oh . . . is that why you wanted to take Grandma there?” Joanie asked.
    “Yes,” my dad answered for me.
    I laughed. “No . . . Okay. Well, maybe.”
    “So what happened last night? Did you talk to her?” my mom asked.
    “No. I tried to go find her after the service, but I ran into difficulties. Some jerk told me she wasn’t my type of girl.”
    “You don’t want a churchy girl anyway. He was right,” Joanie said. “Don’t waste your time.”
    “Shut up!” I retorted.
    “Kyle!” my mother scolded me.
    “Sorry . . .” I said, looking at Joanie. “You don’t understand. This girl, she’s special. I can feel it.”
    “Go back there!” my dad said.
    “Feels a bit useless, Dad,” I replied, looking over at him.
    “No way.” My dad set his cup down on the coffee table. “Go back there and tell that over-zealous jerk that you will try every day until you get to see her. That’s not right for some bonehead to get in your way.”
    I saw my mother smiling at my father.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Your father had to fight his way to me,” my mother remarked. “It was very romantic. He had to work at the old farm my parents owned for weeks before he could happen into a conversation with me. We never told you this before, but we were forced to go to church every Sunday while we dated.”
    “Really?” I asked.
    “Yep. You need to go now, Son,” he replied.
    “Hold on,” I said. “I never heard about that. You went to church too, Mom? Even when you were older?” I asked.
    She nodded.
    It was irritating that church and God were so embedded into my parents, yet they had kept that part of their life a secret. I always knew my grandma was religious and took my mom to church as a kid, but I was led to believe that my mother departed the faith as a teenager.
    “Really? Church, Mom?” Joanie asked.
    Looking at Joanie, I said, “Oh, yeah. Hardcore. They both believe in God and failed to teach us any of their beliefs our entire life.”
    “That’s messed up,” Joanie said. She looked over at them with a furrowed brow. “You know Kyle and I have like no desire to know God, right?”
    My mother shook her head as her chin dipped to her chest. “We wanted you to freely choose how to believe. We didn’t like growing up the way we did.”
    My dad raised his eyebrows as he side-stepped the conversation about their background with God and said, “Go find her, Son.”
    I shook my head. “Nobody is there on Christmas morning.”
    “Worth a shot. If you think this girl is someone important to your future, you have to give it your all, Kyle.” My dad looked over at my mom and said, “That’s what I