Braving the rain..
running errands and shopping to pick up the last minute Christmas gifts on the list, I pause as I remember the same trips last year with myDarlin’. Sleeping in late this morning, I turned over expecting to see myDarlin’ looking over at me, but instead a pile of pillows lay where he should be. Realizing I am late, I rush out of the door for my hair appointment. Routines and familiar faces certainly help to return some sense of normalcy to everyday life.
I love how my hair came out like every other time that she has done my hair. A co-worker shared with me the other day that he told his children that the most important people in their lives are… God, family (Ohana) and a good mechanic. To that list, I said you must add a great hairdresser! Whew! I am so blessed to have all of the above, and may I add that my hair dresser ROCKS.
I entered the busy warehouse looking for a very specific gift, only to find that it hasn’t been sold there in over two years. Funny how electronics become obsolete so quickly these days. Making my purchases, I stop to get a slice of pizza for lunch as myDarlin’ and I would often do. After taking a couple of bites, I folded the large piece of pizza and almost laughed out loud as a memory came flooding back from last year, right about this same time of year. I couldn’t finish my pizza, and folded it in half holding it out to myDarlin’ as I asked if he wanted it. Instead of taking it from my hands, he reached over and took a bite. “Ouch!” I blurted out loudly as he bit my finger along with the pizza. People turned their heads not knowing what to do, as we almost rolled on the floor laughing. And as got into Tacoma, he turned to me and said, “We have fun, don’t we?” Yes, myDarlin’ we did….
She sent me a text asking if she could leave a gift on the front porch for me, which had me more curious than George the monkey. I got home and excitedly opened the bag which held a finished quilt. A block quilt top that I sewed together years ago, and always told myDarlin’ that one day I would actually finish it. Needless to say, I didn’t, but she did for me adding a backing made from a sheet that belonged to myDarlin’ when we met. And now it lies over the back of the couch where he sat so many evenings ‘crushing candies’.
Today I am grateful for the magical season of Christmas. For memories are made, traditions are begun and carried on. And as the Christmas carols on the Bose softly fill the air, I’ll wrap my new Christmas quilt around me, and close my eyes to see myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope in my dreams.
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