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Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.
Fifty-Seventh Entry
These days have been about preparing the children for Christmas: reading stories and decorating trees and giving them each a stuffed dollie of advent. Tuck is the most excited: he keeps the other children away from their daily assigned candies and says things like, My teacher says if you wait till after dinner, sweets will taste sweeter. And she's right! He's so full of the spirit and so full of himself as a Christmas, St. Nicholas know-it-all, that I can hardly pry him away from the tree. Of course, we have to wait until Christmas Eve to put all the presents under our tree, or someone will accidentally rip them open. The children have watched the old cartoon Grinch about thirty times.
Harry is quite excited, too. I called him today and he was shopping for presents. Too many presents if you ask me. His parents sent us a tidy sum for the children's Christmas gifts (so much, that Harry and I took half and filtered it into their university funds) so Harry has been buying toy after toy, gift after gift, until we've had to start using the linen closet as a hiding place. I saved up my money to buy Harry a watch with his name inscribed in it (Dr. before, of course). Hopefully he'll like it. He's been wanting a nice watch for years, but we just haven't been able to afford them. (We still can't afford them, but I've been saving for about three years now, ever since he told me about it).
I'm not having a Christmas Eve party like I normally do. With all that has been going on, I've decided to restrict Edward's visits to the house, only going to him. I don't know, I'm not ready to give him up yet, but I'm trying to make things easier. Instead of the party, I'm making a turkey dinner for our family and Rev's, and maybe we'll all be able to sit around a real table and eat this time. If not, no big loss, I just would like to see how the children can behave. I'm sure they'll do better than I expect. They always do.
Today, Rev and I spent the day decorating the outside of the house with lights and candles, whilst singing songs with the children. I never knew my children could recite Jingle Bells, but it seems as if that is something the public school system teaches you first. I'm happy they're so happy. And, honestly, I'm happy within. But I still felt that Harry is rushing around me, giving me quick glances, and quicker touches. I grabbed his wrist today, as he was rushing out the door, and boxed his ear playfully. I'm a spoiled little daughter, I whispered with a smile. And I need a kiss. He picked me up to sit me on the counter and shoved his lips to mine. Happy Christmas, little daughter, he said.
I miss him all the time. Terribly. Sometimes even when he is standing right beside me. Tonight, after the shower he is taking, maybe I'll convince him that a spoiled daughter needs more than one kiss a day.
Harry is quite excited, too. I called him today and he was shopping for presents. Too many presents if you ask me. His parents sent us a tidy sum for the children's Christmas gifts (so much, that Harry and I took half and filtered it into their university funds) so Harry has been buying toy after toy, gift after gift, until we've had to start using the linen closet as a hiding place. I saved up my money to buy Harry a watch with his name inscribed in it (Dr. before, of course). Hopefully he'll like it. He's been wanting a nice watch for years, but we just haven't been able to afford them. (We still can't afford them, but I've been saving for about three years now, ever since he told me about it).
I'm not having a Christmas Eve party like I normally do. With all that has been going on, I've decided to restrict Edward's visits to the house, only going to him. I don't know, I'm not ready to give him up yet, but I'm trying to make things easier. Instead of the party, I'm making a turkey dinner for our family and Rev's, and maybe we'll all be able to sit around a real table and eat this time. If not, no big loss, I just would like to see how the children can behave. I'm sure they'll do better than I expect. They always do.
Today, Rev and I spent the day decorating the outside of the house with lights and candles, whilst singing songs with the children. I never knew my children could recite Jingle Bells, but it seems as if that is something the public school system teaches you first. I'm happy they're so happy. And, honestly, I'm happy within. But I still felt that Harry is rushing around me, giving me quick glances, and quicker touches. I grabbed his wrist today, as he was rushing out the door, and boxed his ear playfully. I'm a spoiled little daughter, I whispered with a smile. And I need a kiss. He picked me up to sit me on the counter and shoved his lips to mine. Happy Christmas, little daughter, he said.
I miss him all the time. Terribly. Sometimes even when he is standing right beside me. Tonight, after the shower he is taking, maybe I'll convince him that a spoiled daughter needs more than one kiss a day.
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