Dear Lord, help us to remember daily that nothing is too hard or difficult for You to repair or mend in our world. Help us to expect the impossible to be made possible by Your omnipotent power. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.

If you could have just one perfect minute today, what would it consist of?

Short story, continued p. 2

How she longed to just open up and share her feelings, to tell him how she really felt about him. Yet she held back. Was it fear of rejection? Or was it admitting the truth to herself. She breathed a sigh and relaxed against his shoulder. At that moment, nothing else mattered but just being close to him. The world stopped for this moment, and she was happy and peaceful. Feeling his rhythmic breathing, stealing a glance at his profile she appreciated every fiber of his being a man, a man she desperately longed to care for, respect and cherish. To protect him from the harsh and cruel world and to shelter him when he seeks solace. He turned to look at her and she interrupted her stream of thought to pay attention to him. The sound of his voice, low and deep and somehow tranquilizing set her at ease. Her head tilted toward him, her hand on the back of his neck stroking his hair as he talked, this is how a man and a woman should be, she thought. Two people languishing in their time together. He could have this every day, every night if he would just come to her. She longed to take him in her arms and never let go. That whatever they faced, as long as they were together, they could get through. She thought back to all the things they had been through as friends already. The good times, the bad times, triumphs and tragedies. Thick or thin somehow they always found each other again. Her mind was made up, she would wait for him for however long it took. He was the only man she wanted in her life. He was worth waiting for. As the bottle was empty and the night was getting longer, it was time to say goodbye. She always hated for this time to come. When he would go back to his world and she hers. He stood up and she did the same. He took her in his arms in gratitude of a perfect night. She could smell his scent on his neck and she inhaled deeply as if to imprint his scent on her memory so she could remember him in his abscence. She enjoyed the embrace and embraced him back to communicate she was feeling the same way. She walked him to the door and they embraced once more. He promised to call soon and she gave him a short kiss on the neck as he turned to go. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation of the next time she would see him. 

Happy Thursday!

Today is the first day of Christmas Vacation for me!! I completed finals yesterday and had a wonderful relaxing evening with friends over a pizza and drinks. Refreshing! I woke up early in anticipation of what a day of freedom might bring. Of course there are plenty of things to do on my to do list, but I can do things in a more relaxed manner now that I do not have to stop for studying and classes. Plenty of time to catch up on things now. The morning sun is coming through my window and the sky is a beautiful crystal clear blue that you only see on winter days. It snowed last night. It was so romantic and beautiful. It inspired me to write. There is just something about a cold snowy night in December and being with the one you love. It is fun to bundle up in coat and scarves and gloves and brave the crisp wind. All the more reason to snuggle. : ) 

Finals Day

Today is the first day of Finals. UGH. The only good thing about that is that after this week I can have a break. It was a good semester, I learned alot and changed alot and am looking forward to next semester. 

A short story, continued...

and before she knew it, he was knocking on the door.  She had dressed especially for him, a beautiful purple sweater and black pants with the new ballerina shoes she had purchased a few days before, with the idea of casual evenings in mind. Her hair was impeccable, in the new style of the day. The skin of her face was as smooth and creamy as porcelain. The glint in her hazel eyes flecked with gold sparkled and danced as the light from the porch caught them when she opened the door. The knock was unmistakably his..he knocked and her heart skipped a beat. She opened the door and there he was, smiling and so happy to see her. They embraced happily and warmly. She felt as though her breath was taken away. She never wanted  this embrace to end. The closeness and strength of his embrace was intoxicating, and at once she felt complete.  He came in and she returned to the kitchen, to put the final touches on the dinner for the evening. Bocelli was playing in the background, candles burning, casting a most romantic glow over the living room. She urged him to sit down and relax after his strenuous day at work. She poured him a glass of wine, Reisling, which he had selected and brought with him for them to enjoy that evening.  She went back to preparing the meal as they talked about their days. She listened intently as he vented and recalled the days and weeks before.   Taking a sip of her wine, she stole a glance at him over the bar that separated the living area from the kitchen.  He was simply ravishing, she thought as she studied him. The boyish good looks, his light brown hair, dark brown eyes that were so intense and so deep she felt as though she could fall into them and never return. The scruffiness of his beard that had not been shaved in a couple of days did not suggest uncleanliness but of ruggedness and strength, virility that was rare these days, she found. He was dressed casually, in jeans and a blue and white button up shirt with short sleeves and dress athletic shoes. From head to toe she thought he was perfection. He was humble and modest and apologized for his scruffy appearance. She assured him there was no need for apology. She appreciated his natural good looks, that was one of the things that she was attracted to . He continued on with his recollection of the day's stressors and she finished up the meal.  She poured herself a glass of wine and went to sit next to him on the couch. He asked what was going on with her life lately. She did not want to talk about herself. She wanted to hear from him. She related with a brief analysis and then expertly steered the conversation back to him. She cuddled up next to him and related the good news she had for him and they toasted a toast to life in gratitude and happiness.   The clinking of the crystal glasses and the glisten in his eyes told her all she wanted to know about his feelings. They raised their glass simultaneously and drank to good life and the special time they were sharing.  She stole a glance over her glass at him. The candlelight danced in back of him and made his hair glisten. Their eyes caught and they shared an electric moment. Though she tried to maintain her composure, inside her heart was dancing and every sensory neuron was sparked. She felt alive with the love that she shared for this man. 

Happy Monday!

HAPPY MONDAY!!

I had a great weekend at work and now am so happy its Monday! And CyberMonday at that! I took advantage of that today for sure and found some great deals for gifts.

I also took my last Microbiology test before the final, i just have one full day and one week left before this semester is over. It has been great though. I had alot of accomplishments and have really changed alot, of which I am glad.