Iris was trying to give Jordan a chance to change his mind. To think through what happened. The two of them together was so far out of her realm of possibilities.
Whenever Iris struggled with Shannon Shepard, she’d think about her mother, Irene. Irene had a soft touch that won people’s acceptance of her husband’s ideas. When Iris found herself in a Mrs. Santa Clause costume, she was the least bit surprised. Thanks to Irene’s “soft touch,” Iris was […]
December was a month of cookies, cheery songs, and chatter about tidings of comfort and joy. It was the second week after Thanksgiving, and the season was already wearing thin on Jordan. He could not understand how Iris endured the month. The cinnamon from the wax-coated, pine cones […]
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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.