Which is why I bring you another extremely late story.
What is it? Almost February? Who’s writing this post? She needs to get with it!
Christmas morning, we were driving home from church, and I thought back to the previous Christmas when I attempted a post-Mass Starbucks run. A car ahead of us had the same idea, but, making the discovery that Starbucks was closed, the driver turned around and made eye contact as she passed, giving us a head shake and a frown. I thought that was so cute and sweet of her. We were united in our disappointment.
Remembering that incident, I sat despondently in my seat on the drive home this Christmas. I longed for a warm, tasty beverage. “I wish I hadn’t recently drunk the last of my candy cane green tea,” I said sadly to my husband. I should have saved the last tea bag for today.
He merely nodded.
Flash back to Christmas Eve when I awoke to find my husband gone. When he returned he mumbled something about buying a last minute gift for me.
You guessed it. After church, as we gathered around the Christmas tree to unwrap presents, my husband handed me a small, light-weight box. I knew immediately what it was and smiled. It was divinely inspired, I tell you! I don’t think he even knew I’d run out of my favorite tea, yet he replenished my supply anyway.
We are a match made in Heaven.
And now, a shameless plug for my cousin, Jack Heckel’s, recent books: Once Upon a Rhyme and Never Happily After (volume 1 and 2 of The Charming Tales). If you like fairy tale remixes, I’m sure you’ll enjoy these, published through Harper Collins e-books. Check ’em out!