As I planned the Gift Series, I had written numerous stories about people that have, in one way or another, made me a better person. Having to choose which stories I posted was difficult, but I hope to share others with you soon. This experience had been eye-opening and a great experience. Thank you for allowing me to share these with you.
I will start out by being brutally honest…..It’s not easy to be married to me. I admit that and own it. At times, I act truly spoiled. I still pout when I get upset and I bet, if I tried, I could throw an Earth-shattering temper tantrum. Even though at my age, I would probably pull something and need medical attention. My husband claims that there are other admiring aspects of my personality that overshadow my only child tendencies. Who am I to argue?
When I met the man, I now call my husband, I was on the verge of being on my own again. I had just left an abusive relationship and had a child. Needless to say, he had no idea what he was stepping into. Fortunately, he has never ran away and for that I am forever grateful. He has always accepted my life, my past and has stood proudly by my side.
Here is our story and how a single dance can lead you to the love of your life.
But all I saw was you.
Looking at me with
I gladly let you lead.
Two leaves testing the breeze.
You had a plan.
And tempted me with your smile.
The touch of your hand.
A tender plea,
To dance another.
I followed you afterwards,
Your group merging with mine.
My hand still in yours, we didn’t care of the time.