Dancing In Moonlight




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" February 13, 2003 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com ----------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to your latest issue of "Write 2 the Heart" You are receiving this newsletter because you requested a subscription or a friend generously forwarded their copy to you. To subscribe send a blank e-mail to subscribe@write2theheart.com. ------------------------------------------------------------ There are times that are precious and you hold them in your heart forever. ------------------------------------------------------------ Dancing In the Moonlight By Cheryl Speir ------------------------------------------------------------ It was such a frustrating time. Our old truck seemed to continually have problems. Each night after supper, David would have to take it to his shop and work on it. Each night he would work far into the night, getting very little sleep. Keeping this vehicle running was top priority to get him back and forth to his job. His shop was located a good distance from our house with trees and shrubs hiding it, so I couldn't even look out the window to be reassured of his presence. During this time I saw very little of him. Feeling particularly lonely one summer night, I decided to visit with him in his shop. I grabbed a flashlight to light the dark pathway. I ended up not turning it on so I could enjoy the blinking of the fireflies. They seemed like shimmering stars dancing away from my approaching footsteps to the mournful music of the whippoorwills. When I arrived, I found him covered in grease and frustrated at his inability to find the latest setback. I could see that he was so focused on the problem that the solution was eluding him. I tried to take his mind off of his mechanical dilemma, to break his self-imposed mental deadlock. I used small talk about our children and our day. I tried to crack small joke, but saw he was only half listening to me. All the while, his shop radio played in the background. Without warning, a slow, romantic song began to play. Lifting his head from his greasy puzzle, he gave the song his full attention. Looking at me, he smiled and reached for my hand. Without saying a word, he led me out of his work area into a grassy area lit by only moonlight. We began to dance under the moon, joining the fireflies. There were no prying eyes to make us feel foolish; no children to giggle and interrupt; just he and I with the moon as our spotlight. As we looked into each others eyes, I could feel his frustration melting away and his sense of humor returning. When the song ended, we laughed and returned hand in hand to the lighted area of his shop. He resumed his task with a fresh perspective and was able to finally find and fix the problem. There are times when you must seize the moment to reconnect with your soul mate. When those opportunities arise you must grab them with both hands and hold them close to your heart. For these poignant times carry you through the dry portions of life and help you to laugh together in the face of adversity. Cheryl Speir moderator@write2theheart.com ---------------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl is founder and editor of Write 2 the Heart. She also writes a recipe column for a local publication. She and her husband live in South Mississippi with all four sons and their families near by. -------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- Letters From Our Readers -------------------------------------------------------------- I love Pamela's writing! I really like her Bee spit story My step-dad always loved honey...but he never called it bee spit! :o) A cute phrase! Betty King www.betty.newsmoose.com ***** I love your story Pamela. Calling honey "Bee Spit" is a good one. It sounds like something my hubby would say. He loved to make our daughters giggle at the dinner table. About biscuits. I remember the day my neighbor came running over to our back door with something wrapped in a dishtowel. She was laughing so hard she could hardly speak! She unfolded the towel and showed me some very hard biscuits. It seemed her husband bought a microwave oven, and Willah decided to try it by heating up some biscuits. She had never used a MW before. She put those biscuits in the oven and set it for 5 or 10 minutes. Nice hockey pucks! She finally got the hang of cooking in that microwave oven, but she preferred using her electric range. Keep these funny stories coming. We need the humor. Pat Lowe --------------------------------------------------------------- Military Prayer Reminder --------------------------------------------------------------- As you read over this list of names, please take that moment to pray for these young people and their families: Chris Speir, Tim Speir, Howard, Alan and Thaddeaus. If you have loved ones in the military, or who are being called to go overseas, send their names (first and last or first only) to be included in our prayer reminder. --------------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl's Corner David has acquired a motorcycle. Our grandsons are in wide-eyed wonder. They can't wait to ride with Papaw! David keeps telling me we are going touring on it this summer. I don't know about that! The first time he got me on a motorcycle is still fresh in my mind and we were only dating at the time. We drove ten miles out of town and ran out of gas. We had to walk back with him pushing that motorized contraption. One of the places he wants to go, is to visit friends who moved to South Dakota. Now they have sent pictures of free roaming buffalo and other large animals. If we are forced to walk and push that thing to civilization, there is a possibility I might step in. God Bless, Cheryl ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------- © 2003 Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. All rights belong to the authors.