It’s been 20 years since I’ve heard her laugh, dried the dishes while she washed and enjoyed her company over cookies and coffee. Only one cookie allowed per cup, by the way. That was our rule.
The connection, the belonging…reminds me once again, I’ve come home.
Restored to her former glory, it was time to set sail.
For years, I fought the urge to cry. Thankfully, I’ve recently discovered what I’ve been missing.
We will meet one day, you and I. Life is so much about timing – love, especially so. That’s okay, I’ll wait for you.
A few mementos, new surroundings and much-needed time – now, I could remember.
Santa Claus, a filled stocking, the tree in all its glory – as Christmas draws near, I’m reminded of the magic as seen through a little girl’s eyes. And although I still love the twinkling lights and the early mornings in my pyjamas, waiting for everyone to get up, I no longer have a wish list. Well, there may be one item on that list, but it’s a pretty tall order – even for Santa.
I’ll juggle my schedule, put household projects on hold and leave laundry for another day – what is it about summer that makes me so irresponsible??
When I first met Tres Leches, I was aloof and disinterested. Left alone in a room together, however, we were forced to get to know each other better. It beckoned me closer. Tempted, I leaned in. It brushed my lips softly and against my will I savored its sweetness. It was love at first bite.
Tamara Taggart’s personal and heart-warming account of two separate conversations that eventually became undeniably inter-woven.