Author: jesseteller

—

by

Ten months earlier we were watching Rayph play on the floor in our living room and Bekah looked at me with sadness on her face and motioned to him. “He looks lonely,” she said. I looked at him and in that moment she was right. He did look lonely. I had known he would. When…

Rise of the Tellers 16: Eldest

—

by

Christmas 2005 and me and Bekah have opened all of our presents before going to her parents’ house and we look around the house. We look at the tree. We look at each other and we can feel it. There is a gaping hole here. Something is missing from our lives. Someone. Not long after,…

Rise of the Tellers 15: Wedding, Part 3

—

by

I woke up to donuts and D’s instruction. He looked at me and smiled. “I got married months ago.” “I know. I gave you a kick ass toast,” I said. “I remember. Listen—” “It was a better toast than your Best Man’s toast. I don’t think he will ever forgive me for that.” “I need…

Rise of the Tellers 14: Wedding, Part 2

—

by

I woke up at about one and she hit me right away. “I want all the bridesmaids to wear white!” Bekah said. I sat up. This was my favorite way to wake up. She had started doing this almost instantly when we had gotten engaged but as we got closer to time it picked up…

Rise of the Tellers 13: Wedding, Part 1

—

by

The first time we planned a wedding, her parents were going to officiate. They were elders in their church and Bekah and her sisters had always dreamt of their dad marrying them. Well this time things were going to be a bit different. We decided on Vigil but not Hymnal. This was not for any…

Rise of the Tellers 12: Latoka

—

by

It was the first house I lived in that had a fenced-in yard. The first house I lived in that had a dishwasher. It was the house I brought my first-born son home to, and the one I carried my wife over the threshold of. I finished my first novel in the house on Latoka.…

Rise of the Tellers 11: A Small White Box

—

by

We walked in and the whole house exploded. Everyone yelled hellos, some people fought their way to their feet to cross the room and embrace us. There were still others that said hi to Bekah and waved at me. I was still not popular in her family. When we walked into Christmas that first year…

Rise of the Tellers 10: Waiting for the News

—

by

The drive was awesome. It always was. Every time me and Bekah had ever or have ever gotten in the car to drive a long distance, we have had a blast. I drive. All the way no breaks. She talks and gets me snacks and drinks and we laugh and play. I tend to talk…

Rise of the Tellers 9: Please

—

by

My birthday was one day off of Grasp’s. Every time I had a party or celebrated at all I thought of him all day. So to break this problem wide open I decided to celebrate my half birthday. My birthday would come and go unmentioned but when the half birthday came around we would go…

Rise of the Tellers 8: Thursday Nights

—

by