First is the Sunshine award from Deniz.
Favourite colour: Yikes, um probably blue and green. It's hard to say. I also really like Gray.
Favourite animal: Peacocks.
Favourite number: The one that means a lot of money when I sell my book....
Favourite drink: Rootbeer floats!
Favourite passion: My family.
Giving or receiving: Both.
Favourite pattern: Leaves, or vines with leaves and flowers.
Favourite day of the week:The one where they children don't argue.
Favourite flower: Iris.
The next award is from Julie DeGuia.
And I get to share an excerpt. Feel free to comment on this.
“Take
care of this little man for me.” Jonathon
reached and pulled the blanketed bundle from her arms. “Ooof.
He’s getting big.” He hefted the bundle
“Now young man, you listen to your mother and keep growing big. Soon you’ll be able to take care of
her.” He handed the bundle back. “I’ll be back in the spring in time for
planting.”
Maddy’s heart froze, her lungs too. There was no air, nothing to breath. Her face must have shown her sorrow and fear because his underwent a
huge transformation. First surprise,
regret, then apology, “Just to see if
your husband needs help.” He tried to
cover his mistake, but Maddy shook her head slowly.
“No,”
She tried to smile, a contorted pathetic thing. “It’s time I face reality. He…”
she couldn’t go on and a few tears escaped to slide down her cheeks. She hadn’t thought she had any tears left.
He took a step towards her and lifted her
chin with his fingers “I’ll tell you
this. He’s trying to come home. And if he doesn’t return it won’t be because
he didn’t want to. ” She nodded
grateful, more tears pooling in her eyes.
“I know if I were twenty years younger I would have raced him to your
doorway, and not fought fair. Take care of yourself and the little man. Your husband will be back. And if you need me, I’ll come. Any time.”
The lump in her throat was too big and she couldn’t
speak but her eyes must have said thank you well enough because he nodded and
turned. She watched him mount his horse
and ride down the lane, not taking her eyes off of him until he was a speck in
the distance. “There goes a good man
Sam. We wouldn’t have made it without
him.” She turned to look at the
woodpile, a gift of love. Enough for winter and more. The winter stretched long and dark in front of her
with spring planting a bright beacon at the end. Twenty years didn’t seem so much of a
difference.
Anyone feel free to grab these awards and post it in the comments so we can come by!
