The One That Will Never Get Away

10 Years. Ten of them – IN A ROW. It’s not a little mind boggling when I really stop to think about it. Other than exist, I’ve never done anything for 10 years straight. Well, all right; I’ve brushed my teeth and shaved my legs, but only to avoid the unfortunate consequences caused by not doing those things. Which are, of course, wookie legs and gingivitis.

On May 22nd of this year my husband and I celebrated 10 years of marriage. He came home with a bouquet roses, a juicy fillet and asparagus, and a bottle of champagne I sucked on until the very last drop slithered down my gullet. He also got me a little something, which turned out to be a lottle something, because I am easily delighted and slightly manic and tend to get excited and make a VERY BIG deal about little things. Done well, they’re better than big things, I think.

He bought a dozen bags of Skittles, in a variety of flavors, then separated them – one by one – into mason jars, creating his own “special blends.”

I’m not going to lie. He knocked this one outta the friggin’ park. Not only are they pretty to look at, a confection of color, jars of art, but — SKITTLES. Yum.

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We celebrated the day by staying home, drinking the whole bottle of champagne, and watching Jimmy Fallon clips on YouTube. It was fabulous. We will do BIG celebrating this summer when we road-trip-it to San Francisco for TEN days! One for every year. That wasn’t intentional, but I rather like it; it’s fitting and feels right.

But to be honest, a decade ago, as I waited for the pastor come collect me and my entourage, Canon in D Minor wafting up the staircase, I wasn’t sure I would ever see ten years. Most brides are blushing and glowing and flicking scepters are their poor indentured bridesmaids doing everything from blotting spackled lips to waving thuribles to ward off evil spirits. I was calm, serene even. Frigid as my feet were, I knew I would say “I do.” It’s true I love a good spectacle every now and again, but my wedding, a 15k affair, wasn’t the time for one. I would marry my husband because I told him I would, and because he was a good man that would love me and take care of me. And I would do the same. For how long – that was the question. My heart was a mess and there were tears in my eyes; tears my guests mistook for tears of joy, as I glided down the staircase, smiling on cue, aware of the camera capturing what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I dutifully took my place beside my fiancé. A broken girl in a stunning white dress, I took his hands.

“We are gathered here today . . .”

The next thing I knew, ten years had passed. I decided to write my husband, Michael, a letter.

 

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It’s so hard that a pickle jar lid ain’t got nothin’ on writing.

This morning almost sent me back to bed. It was hard enough that I said some really naughty words in my head and a few tears dribbled out of my eyes. But I decided giving up would hurt more than to keep trying. So I sat at my computer and pressed letters until something like a chapter happened. When I finished, I copied what I had written and pasted it into a blank document. Then I held my breath.

My goal for each day is 1,000 words. Today I wrote 1,188.

I raised both arms into the air, made two fists, and shouted “DONE, Beee-otch!”

Thank you for listening. God is Good. Cara out.

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Love Never Fails

I’m not big on Valentine’s Day. I am big on Love.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

 

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And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

 

Happy Another Day To Love Someone.

 

~ Cara

Awakening Foster Kelly – A Book Trailer

Melissa Robles, a book reviewer and friend of mine reached out earlier this month to ask if I might be interested in participating in the first post to launch her new blog. Of course I couldn’t have been more delighted. And I wondered what I might offer her that I hadn’t already given.

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Oh, I’ve wanted to experiment with one of these for quite some time. What a novel concept: a trailer for a book. I realize some find this trending phenomenon counter intuitive, as “The Book” was originally designed to reach beyond stationary thoughts and liberate the reader from having another’s images squashed into their minds. I rather like them. I enjoy the visual additives and, if the images don’t line up with what’s already coalesced in my head, well, that’s easy: I choose my own faces, places, and colors. I decided, however, I would avoid this potential issue by focusing on building the characters and depositing a snapshot of story in the reader. But, for those interested, there is a blog wholly devoted to the writer’s “dream cast” over at awakeningfosterkelly.com.

Can I be honest with you now? When we (Dear Husband and I) had finally finished the trailer, after many, many, many hours of inputting and rearranging and spooning cold soup into our gobs, I sniffled and blubbered and may have told my husband I needed to pee, but really smashed my face in a pillow where I could bellow properly. It’s just . . . I love it. I hope you will, too.

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when you have a moment, please come by, watch the trailer, enter the GIVEAWAY (If you already own a copy of AFK, you could always gift it to someone!), meet Melissa, and then read a few of her absolutely lovely reviews.

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http://thereaderandthechef.blogspot.com/

Bless and be blessed, my friends!

~ Cara