12/25 - Family

For me, Christmas is all about family - being together with those we love most, whether that is family we are related to and have grown up with, or family we have chosen.  I have been so lucky to meet and be embraced by a wonderful new family who, hopefully, will come to be my own in the future.  So much of the warmth of this day reminded me of my own family, close and extended.  Home is never far away when you're with the right people.  I am so grateful for the immense love that has been ushered into my life in the form of Collin and all of his family.  <3

12/24 O Holy Night

Oh holy night

When Love came down

A heavenly son born

To wear thorny crown

Yet on this still eve

Let spread o'er the earth

Joy love and peace

From the Blessed One's birth

Home

Home is where the heart is.

Tonight I am home.

Dreams

Oh love of endless years,

I dream of you no more.

Not of your arms and their embrace,

Nor the curve of your lips,

Nor the warmth of your being

That radiates from your heart.

Tomorrow you shall not be of dreams

But of flesh and bone once more.

True Fictions

Her name was Molly - with a Y.  Molly Jane, a Swedish last name.  A ballroom dance competitor and instructor of Swedish and German descent, born and raised in Wichita, Kansas - the East side, wealthier than the West, though she wasn't one of those spoiled girls.

He was from Sicily.  Born in Italy, raised in Argentina.  A cellist, hired with orchestras in New York and Argentina, where he sailed back and forth from often, on cruises, though he loved to teach cello even more than performing. 

It was her dress that caught his eye: a bright silver, the tulle skirt dotted with gold stars.  She shone, whirling among the crowd of other couples on the floor, bright as the first star of the night sky.  He could not stop watching her, almost missing a beat of the reliable waltz pattern.  He caught it, though the first violin eyed him violently regardless.  Germans!

She didn't see him.  She looked at her partner blindly, her mind solely focused on the steps and the counts.  Winning the semi-finals here on the MS Stockholm would guarantee a spot at the finals in New York when they arrived.  It would be her first national ballroom dance prize, she could feel it - the electricity of the dancers, the audience, and the music pulsating through the floor and into her feet, propelled her ever-forward.  

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"You should 'ave won," a baritone voice said softly behind her, startling her from her pose at the upper deck railing in the evening sea air.

"Oh!" Molly's pink wrap slipped from her shoulders as she turned toward the gentleman.  "Thank you, s--" Her voice caught in her throat as her eyes were caught by the deep brown ones looking into hers.

"No sir.  I am not sir. I am Roberto."  He smiled shyly.  "And you, miss?"

"Molly."  She felt herself turn red from top to bottom as he kissed her gloved hand.  "Were you dancing?  I didn't see you..."

"Oh no!" he laughed. "I do not dance!  I play - la musica - the music.  The cello!"  He mimed the instrument.  "You do not want see me dance!"

Her laugh lit up her eyes and again Roberto saw the stars.  "Well you don't want to hear me play the cello!"

"Well then," he grinned, a bright white against his tanned skin, "we are, 'ow you say, even?"


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I met Molly Jane tonight and she told me just the beginnings of her story before she had to leave.  But her life sounded fascinating, so I wanted to imagine how she might have met her husband.  :)

Bubbles

Bubbles 

Fizzing in my veins

Spinning in my head

Counting down the hours

Until I bubble over

With joy!

12/18 - Four

Four

Things:
Glasses
Brown jacket
Briefcase
Ring

Three

Sayings:
What does that have to do with the price of eggs in Egypt
Ah, puh
I love you

Two

Memories:
Sitting on the beach under the stars
Watching the dogs under the tree in the park

One

True Love.