I can not believe father. How could he? How could he do this to me? He knows how much I love him. He knows how long I have waited for him. Seven years. I have waited seven long years for this man.
How my heart fluttered when my eyes first caught a glimpse of him — he was with his flock at the well in Paddan-Aram; I was with mine. How my heart leapt when he spoke to me, kissed me, and told me that we were of kin. How my heart did somersaults when he told father he would work seven years for him if he would give me — me — to him, as his wife.
I counted the days, remaining optimistic though the months were long and unbearable. My anticipation grew each passing year. I knew that, though I must wait and tarry, the night when he could call me his own and I could call him mine would soon be near.
But who is inside the marriage chamber now?
Leah. Not me. Leah.
How could he?
* * *
Last night was… unbelievable. Finally. After working for her hand for seven long years — ahh, seven years are but seven days to a man in love — she’s mine. She’s finally mine. I can finally spend the rest of my life with her. I can finally have sons and daughters with her. She’s mine. Mine forever.
She stirs. Shall I say good morning first? Or shall I drink of the honey of her lips before anything else?
Wait a minute. She isn’t my Rachel.
The woman beside me — she’s — she’s not Rachel.
* * *
Seven more days. Father said to wait for seven more days. He said it’s not customary for the younger to get married before the older. Well, he could have told everyone that before this all happened.
Well, Jacob shall have me seven days from now.
But he’ll have to work for father for an additional seven years.
I honour the man. The arithmetic is easy.
Seven years past plus the seven years to come. He would be toiling a total of fourteen years — yes, fourteen years — just for me.
* * *
Fourteen years, a hundred forty — what is a year to a man in love? What is a week? What is a day?
Time is simply transitory. I love her. I will fight for her. If I have to work in her father’s fields forever, I would.
Because she’s worth it.
Based on Genesis 29:1-30