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Dawn is breaking as I snuggle deeper into the warm covers. “Good morning, Lord, I love you” , my mind whispers. Next to me, I hear my husband’s even breathing. “Thank you Lord, for such a good man to wake up to. I am so glad we are together in our senior years.” Pushing aside the covers, I sit up and my toes wiggle their way into the waiting slippers. A gentle breeze causes the curtains to dance and I pause by the window listening to the morning birds as they serenade

I was the one they chose. I would be their hero! The sweet shop was three blocks away and our morning coffee was crying out for the companionship of some doughnuts. Since it was freezing outside and the only sweater in the office belonged to me, I was chosen for the mission. I stepped out the door and caught my breath. It was one of those frosty days when the sun rays carried no heat and the wind instantly chilled you to the bone . With teeth clenched , I bravely bowed

“Who wants to make a wish?” Mama stood on the back porch, the wishbone held high in her hand. Legs pumping into action my two brothers and I raced towards her . I had to win because this time my wish had to come true . Panting hard I grasped the prize and studied it carefull y to find the strong side. My fingers crept up a bit on my half, not enough to cheat, but enough to give me a better grip. I held the weak side of the bone out to my brother and with eyes shut t

The best gifts are those given freely with no strings attached , and given out of love. Years ago, my husband and I received such a precious gift . It wasn’t fitted into a box and wrapped in gay paper. It was given simply, hesitantly as if testing to see if we were worthy. We treasured that gift. Then one day he was gone and we were left with a only a memory. The story began early one morning when the alarm clock rang. With sleep, fogging my brain, I swung off the