They’d been dating since 2016 and their lustrum of love and affection had become all she thought about. It all started as a passionate idyll after Diane’s ugly divorce but she and Charlie had become the hottest couple in town. He’d always shown great concern for her welfare, making sure she felt loved, safe and secure. Valentine’s Day was here and Diane hoped this was the year Charlie would take her from beingMiss to Mrs.
As they sat enjoying dinner, surrounded by five dozen roses and romantic music playing on the Echo Dot, Diane was trying hard to contain her nervous excitement. Both their hearts began beating fast as dessert arrived. It was Diane’s favorite white chocolate cake topped with a beautiful shiny gift box. Is this the moment she’s dreamed of? Is her fantasy becoming reality?
Diane was almost in shock as she smiled, laughed and cried a little opening her Valentine’s latest surprise. Suddenly the smile turned into a frown of disappointment seeing nothing but a diamond sunburst necklace. As she looked to Charlie with confusion, there he was down on one knee declaring Diane the light of his life; his ray of sunshine on a rainy day; a brilliant woman perfectly flawed, as he looked at her with an 18K white gold5 Carat diamond ring in hand and asked, “Will you be my forever love?”
Even with the ease of shopping right at my fingertips, during this past holiday season, I was remiss in fulfilling my gift list.
Last year (I say that just for effect) I kept delaying the purchase of my son’s Christmas present because honestly, 1) I wasn’t quite sure the best option and 2) it was all too possible he may already have bought whatever he mentioned was of interest to him. I put way too much pressure on myself to choose wisely when I can rest assured he’ll always appreciate whatever I give him. My son was raised to understand a present of any kind is nothing to balk at, so he knows better than to sneer at a gift or its giver.
Anyway, while he was home my son and I talked much about President Obama and we also watched Michelle Obama’s Netflix special Becoming. He mentioned wanting to read both their latest works, along with that of his favorite soccer coach, Arsène Wenger. That bit of information helped me determine what to order, thankful for Amazon’s two-day delivery.
Since A Promised Land and Becoming are on my list of reads too, I was able to get a little treat for myself, as well. I need something riveting to keep my attention until I’m free to go galavanting through the city again.
KWANZAA is a seven day cultural holiday honored in the African and African-American communities, in celebration of their culture, family, and history. It is observed in the US from 26th December – 1st January. The name Kwanzaa, or “matunda ya kwanza” in the Swahili language, translates to “first fruits” and it signifies the first fruits of the harvest.
Tonight, 28th December we light the first green candle and discuss the principle of UJIMA representing COLLECTIVE WORK AND RESPONSIBILITY, which teaches us to build and maintain our community together. In doing so, your and your neighbor’s respective problems should be viewed as a shared responsibility in finding solutions.
I hope you return tomorrow for day 4 of Kwanzaa, UJAMAA. If you missed day 1 and/or Day 2, please click on their page links.
This came to my mind as soon as I saw MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day – “Santa Claus” and I’m so glad I saved the meme to my phone. My mom and grandmother made the entire Christmas season seem magical for my brothers and me. Just like most kids, we tried to stay awake long enough to catch Santa Claus red-handed but failed every year. In the morning we’d awaken early and run downstairs with unrestrained jubilation, excited to see if Santa visited, then spend time opening our presents. Afterwards we would all spend quality time together at home before joining the rest of the family at my great-grandparent’s home.
When my son was a little boy I’d go to such extremes to maintain that same “Christmas magic.” Even after moving 600 miles away from home we’d fly back year after year to celebrate with family. Before heading out to the airport, my son would leave cookies and milk for Santa and we would set the train on its track under the tree, positioned coming toward the station. Before returning home I’d enlist friends to empty Santa’s plate and cup and reposition the train so it was leaving the station. Yeah, it was a lot of work!😓
My son and I laugh about my Christmas trickery often and till this day he smiles about it and knows a lot of love went into creating the magic.