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Usually, on Saturday evenings, I write and my husband plays his guitar. For years I have tried to capture him playing. Usually what happens is he stops to see what I’m doing, the heater kicks on and overshadows the music, or when I turn on the camera he […]
The rehearsal of the steps was more of a formality than a necessity. The teachers taught the kids the dance every year from second grade on. The Holly Jolly Christmas line dance was as much a part of their holiday routine as was the play.
Iris gave Jordan and Shannon a look of recognition. Then her face fell into a wistful expression. The way she tipped her head and backed away made Jordan feel like she was saying, “Goodbye.”
In other words, in this instance, my weakness is a strength. Yes. This should be an easy assignment.Ha. We make plans, and life laughs.Here’s what happened next.
Hoping to return to Iris quickly, Jordan snapped several pictures of Shannon. Maybe, he should just say how he felt. He could pretend the holiday atmosphere had softened his usual sarcastic approach to things. Not doing anything was proving to be harder than not knowing of Iris would respond to his change of heart. He handed the phone back to Shannon and took a couple of steps in Iris’s direction.
Looking back, I should have known my first date with my husband was my last. But I didn’t figure it out until we were married for twenty-three years…as in the defining moment was there in front of us and neither of us recognized it.
The part of Iris that had worked so hard to bring other people joy piped in on the conversation. The Holiday Kisses Angel selflessly gave presents to people. Jordan deserved a gift as much as anyone else.
Iris adds to Jordan’s list of questions when he asks her about the Holiday Kisses Angel.
Under the guise of making ornaments for the tree decorating ceremony at City Hall, Iris pulled off a secret Holiday Kisses mission. She’d sent out an invitation to several single mothers in the community. The headline read: “Kids needed to help make decorations for the tree lighting ceremony.” To ensure those invited would attend, Iris scheduled the “kids only” craft class for Friday evening. A dinner of pizza and carrot sticks was included in the deal.