“I just sat there. I just held Shelby’s hand. There was no noise, no tremble, just peace. Oh god. I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life.” – M’Lynn, Steele Magnolias (1989)
He turned to her. Need sprang up through heavy sorrow. Has enough time passed? His touch. Her kiss. They burst the bubble of grief, free to cling to each other and be a couple again, not just a mother and a father.
Her laughter is driving me crazy! How on earth can the woman laugh so much? There is nothing to laugh at; our lives suck.
She kissed him on his temple. Smiling. That stupid, dopey, I-love-you smile.I don’t feel the same about her. I will never be able to love her the same. And therein he understood how much she loved him even though he was broken.
When she brought him a Pepsi, he thanked her. She smiled to herself as she walked away. Little tokens. It’s everything he has to offer. And I will treasure them in my heart.
Ella opened the blinds and smiled at the mid-morning sun. Joy erupted within like a geyser.
Last night was special. The first shared look, the conversation throughout the night where many commonalities revealed themselves like little advent gifts, and then the exchange of phone numbers with a promise to meet for coffee later.
So dizzying, so thrilling. How long had Ella waited while other friends slipped away into the starry night of marriage?
Could this be the one? Definitely maybe.
The ringtone doused her school-girlish glee and fluffed a more sedate and mature hope.