A quote: “This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.” ~~ C. S. Lewis
I’ll start with a story …
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“Almost done,” tissue crinkled as she lifted the ornament.
“You saved a special spot on the tree,” there was a smile in his voice.
“Of course!” Silvered, blown glass. Once placed she stepped back to admire. “Your first gift for our first Christmas.”
“How has it survived all these years?”
“Remember when the boys knocked the tree over with their trikes? I almost fainted!”
He chuckled, “Now little Lucy!”
“Granddaughters are different. One day, this’ll be her’s.”
His lips warm on her forehead. The reflection in the ornament was only of her, but he was with her all the same.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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. featured image, photography by Darleen Click copyright all rights reserved
Weird Stuff Warehouse wasn’t exactly Maureen’s thing. The place had a flea market vibe, and the sheer variety of stuff piled on shelves or heaped in bins could be overwhelming. Although she was a reasonably capable computer user, she treated them as appliances that you bought at a store, turned on, and used. She preferred to leave the tinkering to the techie types.
But Rog had been definite on what he wanted, it hadn’t been manufactured in years, and this late there was no way to get an eBay purchase shipped in time. Which meant looking at the image she’d pulled up on her phone, studying the defining characteristics of the piece of equipment she needed to find, and try to find something that looked like it.
Frustrating as this task might be, she knew it would be worth all the trouble when her husband opened the box under the Christmas tree and found the part he needed to fix his system.
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