For those who don’t know, an unexpected Thanksgiving-week hospital stay pre-empted last month’s post. But I’m happy to be back, especially today. Christmas Eve is one of my favorite days.
I’ve always loved being home for the holidays. Growing up, it meant marathon holiday cooking, late-night present wrapping, while watching It’s a Wonderful Life, and the Christmas tree and outdoor lights got to stay on all night. When I visit my best friend’s family, it means no limit on egg nog consumption and trying to keep her kids awake during Midnight Mass.
This year, though, “home for the holidays” has a whole new meaning. I’m counting my blessings, big and small.
Starting big, I am supremely grateful for the wonderful medical staff who took care of me in the hospital, and for my wonderful loving friends and extended family who picked up where the doctors left off after I was out. I’m also grateful for my wonderful boss and co-workers who gave up time off to fill in for me in the weeks since.
On the small end, I’m just grateful to be able to type this. While I was hooked up to tubes and monitors in a hospital bed, moving my arms essentially set off an air raid siren. Right now, I’m sitting in own my comfy recliner with my laptop and a chocolate milkshake within reach. It really is a wonderful life.
And now, we have some unfinished business …
In my October post, I shared the “meet cute” story of me and Mr. Perfect, my high school crush. I left you all with a cliffhanger about what he said the second time our worlds collided painfully in the hall before class. I challenged you to fill in the blank, and I promised fabulous prizes for the right answer and the best wrong one.
So what did he say?
Let me re-set the scene: Your angst-ridden teen heroine had just plowed into Mr. Perfect and dropped him like a bad habit for the second time in a week. Books flew, we landed in a tangle and my face turned a burning neon red that would have been visible from space.
When we got up, Mr. Perfect gave me a slow, sexy grin and said:
“You’re the first girl who’s ever swept me off my feet. This makes twice. Maybe it’s time we introduced ourselves …”
Was the line a little cheesy? Maybe. But it’s still pretty smooth for a high school senior. SIGH.
No one got it exactly right, but there were some great guesses. There were three I really liked, and I’m awarding each of them a $5 Amazon.com gift card because I made you all wait so long.
Lexi Fairfax, Olivia Dade and Siera London, please shoot me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org to claim your prize!
I wish all of you the happiest of holidays so full of love and laughter that they overflow into the New Year!