You and me, even after everything! You're the queen and I'm the king! Nothing else means anything!
Eight Years Later
My wife smilesShe smiles like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. I never knew she could smile like that, not for years. But now, now that there is nothing to be afraid of, nothing she needs to worry about, no need to look over her shoulder for what may be coming after her or us ( Read more... )
My wife smilesShe smiles like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. I never knew she could smile like that, not for years. But now, now that there is nothing to be afraid of, nothing she needs to worry about, no need to look over her shoulder for what may be coming after her or us ( Read more... )
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens!
Brown paper packages tied up with string,
these are a few of my favourite things!
I find myself singing and dancing about the kitchen as I prepare dinner. Kent and the girls should be home from town soon, and I am hoping the shipment from Port Royal is with them. I still have enough films to keep the theatre going for the next year and a half without any re-runs, but I am always trying to hunt down new reels to add to the collection.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.
Silver white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things!
The windows are open as well as the doors so that it may allow the ocean breeze to come through the house and the sound of the sea just over the dune to sing to me it's soothing, endless aria. It also allows my voice to be carried out... and River's to be carried right back to me.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad!
River sings back the chorus as she races towards the house and I laugh and set dinner to the side so that I may meet her on the porch.
I simply remember my favourite things...
I hold out my arms and catch her as she runs up and jumps into my arms and we finish the chorus together.
And then I don't feel so bad!
Whoever said life isn't a musical never met me, clearly.
"Hello my darling!" I drop a kiss on her windswept hair and swing her about. "Where are your father and sister? Did you leave them at the library again?"
"They're right behind me, Mummy!" River laughs as I set her down. "The movies are here, the movies are here, the movies are here---" My free spirit goes dancing back into the house as the flutter of butterfly wings beats against my mind.
*Mama!*
I "hear" her just before she rounds the corner, and I kneel down take Rose into my arms and give her a hug. She always hugs me just a little harder and longer than her sister. I never questioned it or asked why.
Some things aren't meant to be forgotten.
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