I used to believe that I was the only woman who struggled with my identity as a wife and mother. Since my marriage, I’ve wanted to embrace the new role I’d been given – homemaker. But part of me has always wanted more.
When I read the description of this book, I knew I had to read and review it.
Emily was telling my story.
Christmas is all about family and making memories. But what happens after the kids are all grown, have moved out of the house, started families and memories of their own several states away? Can Christmas still be Christmas without family gathered around the tree?
Judith Winters is spending her first holiday season as a true empty nester. For the first time in her life, none of her children or grandchildren will be spending Christmas with her.
Why bother putting up a tree at all?
Why take the time to decorate the house if no one will be there to see it?
Judith is wrapped in a holiday depression so dark that it catches the attention of her husband. But every attempt he makes to lift the mood fails. Could those old ugly ornaments in the attic be the key to unlocking Judith’s holiday spirit?
He has to try.
He would propose any day. I was sure of it. From our first interactions on eHarmony, we both knew we wanted marriage. The only question was if we wanted to marry each other. The more time I spent with him, the more I was sure he was the man I’d been waiting for.
It wasn’t surprising when he asked for a private word one evening. As we sequestered ourselves in Grandma’s parlor, his nervousness was palatable.
But I wasn’t prepared for what he wanted to say.
Flash Fiction By: Christina Banks
A single tear slid down Amber’s cheek as she watched the truck speed away. She turned from the window, slumped in the chair, and stared at her empty hands. Mike hadn’t even waved goodbye.
Over and over, the scenes from breakfast played in her mind. She relived each excruciating moment, from preparing the oatmeal until her husband stormed from the house. Amber swiped at her tears and picked up the phone.
“Hey, Baby Girl, I was just thinking about you.” At Patti’s cheerful greeting, Amber began to sob. “What’s going on?”
“I want to go home,” Amber finally choked out.
“But you are home, Sweet Pea. Mike’s your family now.”
“He left me.” The sting of his rejection ached. It had been the first time in their marriage Mike hadn’t kissed her goodbye.
“He’ll be back. He loves you.”
“He loves bacon more.”
My husband is not a man of great stature. He does not posses a weightlifter’s physique. He is quiet, studious, and perhaps a little odd. Honestly, my husband looks like a fourteen year old with thinning hair.
Though he is small physically, he is the biggest man I know. His character outshines his lack of height. His compassion eclipses any flaws in appearance.
My husband is my hero.
Do you know why?