Bryson City Seasons — An Anniversary to Remember (Part 2)

This is from the nineteenth chapter from my best-selling book, Bryson City Seasons, which is the sequel to Bryson City TalesI hope that you’ll enjoy going back to Bryson City with me each week and that if you do, you’ll be sure to invite your friends and family to join us.


That next Monday morning, I was seeing a patient in the office when Helen knocked on the door. “Dr. Larimore, I need to see you. Now!”

I excused myself and met her in the hall. “What is it?”

“Barb just called. There’s an emergency at home. She needs you up there now. Rick’s going to cover your patients—there’s only two left.”

“Helen, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. Just go. Now!”

I could think of any number of horrible things that might have happened. My only solace was remembering a similar incident in residency—when Barb called me home to view Kate’s first steps. Nevertheless, I ran out of the office, jumped in the car, and raced up the back of Hospital Hill and into our driveway. There were no ambulances there. I leaped out of the car and ran to the house.

There was no one in the kitchen or dining room. I heard a noise in the living room and ran in. Barb was on the sofa, sobbing. Kate and Scott were sitting silently on the floor.

“Mommy is very sad!” Kate announced. I walked over to the couch and sat by Barb. Her sobbing worsened, and she threw herself into my arms. I held her tightly.

“What’s the matter?” I asked Barb. She could only sob. She tried to talk but could not. “Barb, tell me what’s wrong!”

She stood and took my hand. We walked out of the living room across the dining room, heading toward the bedroom. I was confused. Everything looked and smelled fine. No fire. No water leak.

Then Barb pointed to the floor. There, outside our bathroom, on her new baby-blue carpet, was displayed the most beautiful little childlike drawings you could imagine—on the carpet—in bright red lipstick.

Through quivering lips, Barb tried to explain. “Scott Bonham got into my lipstick, and he’s ruined the carpet. He’s ruined my bedroom.” I knew she was angry—she only used Scott’s middle name when she was. She began to sob. “He’s ruined my life!”

My spirit smiled on the inside, but I knew an external smile would be deadly. I just pulled her close and held her tight.

When she quit sobbing, we sat in the dining room. I gave Barb my handkerchief, and she blew her nose. “I’m so sorry to call you. I know I interrupted your time with patients.”

I leaned forward and held her hands. “Honey, you are more important to me than anyone. I want you to feel free to call me anytime. When you need me, I need to be here.”

She leaned forward and gave me a hug.

“Honey,” I began, “it won’t be a problem to fix this.”

Her lips quivered. “I don’t think it will wash out.”

“No problem.”

She looked at me with a look of surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“Even if a professional carpet cleaner can’t get it out, that section can be removed and replaced. And the way they do it these days, you won’t even be able to find the seam.”

She smiled, and we hugged.

“I guess it’s not the end of the world,” Barb sighed.

“He’s just a little boy,” I commented.

Barb smiled. “And so different from Kate.”

“Let’s go spend some time with the kids.”


That night before we went to bed, Barb and I had a long talk about being parents. We talked about the ups and the downs. We discussed how hard a job it is and how much time and effort it takes. We talked about the differences between boys and girls. We discussed how much each of our children needed our love and encouragement, our teaching and affirmation—in short, how much they need us to be their coaches and cheerleaders.

We spoke about the sacrifices parents had to make—ours included—and when all was said and done, we concluded that it’s the most important and gratifying job in the world.

After our bedtime prayers, Barb went to sleep—but I could not.

I ended up on our bench, with a coat protecting me from the autumn evening chill.

For some reason, I found myself thinking about my relationship with my Father in heaven. I was glad that when I goofed up, he was there to love me and forgive me. I suspected there were lives I had hurt and expectations I had not met, yet he loved me and cared about and for me through it all. I hoped that as I grew and matured as his child, he would be pleased with the son I was becoming. I wanted to be more and more like him because I knew that Scott, like any normal boy, would want to be like his father—me.


  1. The Murder (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
  2. The Arrival (Part 1)(Part 2)
  3. The Hemlock Inn (Part 1)(Part 2)
  4. The Grand Tour (Part 1)(Part 2)
  5. The Interview (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
  6. Settling In (Part 1)(Part 2)
  7. First-Day Jitters (Part 1)(Part 2)
  8. Emergency (Part 1)(Part 2)
  9. The Delivery (Part 1)(Part 2)
  10. The “Expert” (Part 1)(Part 2)
  11. The Trial (Part 1)(Part 2)
  12. Shiitake Sam (Part 1)(Part 2)
  13. Wet Behind the Ears (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
  14. Lessons in Daily Practice (Part 1) — Anal Angina(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)
  15. White Lies
  16. The Epiphany (Part 1)(Part 2)
  17. Becoming Part of the Team (Part 1)(Part 2)
  18. Monuments (Part 1)(Part 2)
  19. My First Home Victory (Part 1)(Part 2)
  20. Fisher of Men (Part 1)(Part 2)
  21. Fly-Fishing (Part 1); (Part 2)
  22. Something Fishy (Part 1)(Part 2)
  23. A Good Day at the Office
  24. An Evening to Remember
  25. Another New Doc Comes to Town
  26. ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Part 1)(Part 2)
  27. A Surprising Gift
  28. The New Year (Part 1)(Part 2)
  29. The Home Birth (Part1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
  30. The Showdown (Part1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
  31. The Initiation (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)
  32. Home at Last (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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