His Birthday




	------------------------------------------------------------ WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed Write 2 The Heart February 14, 2001 volume 1 Issue #5 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com ------------------------------------------------------------- By subscription only! Welcome to your next issue of "WRITE 2 THE HEART". ------------------------------------------------------------ SPONSORSHIP NOTICE ------------------------------------------------------------ For a FREE personalized health analysis profile, visit Teraforma Health, Inc. http://teraformahealth.com/tfh/56094.html Your personal profile results will be shown immediately along with appropriate nutritional recommendations. While there, check out our line of supplements. --------------------------------------------------------------- This ezine may be freely forwarded to as many people as you wish, please send the whole issue. --------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------- His Birthday Surprise by: Cheryl Speir ---------------------------------------------------------------- The alarm went off in the usual way, but that ended up being all that was usual for that day. As David got up, I thought he was dressing to go to work. He kept asking me if what he chose to wear went together. I would open one eye and blearily look and agree. He brought me a cup of coffee and told me I needed to get dressed. It was five in the morning! I am not a morning person. Why did I have to get up? David had taken the day off from work to celebrate his birthday and was taking me to the French Quarter in New Orleans to spend the day. It was his birthday, but I was getting the surprise! I got up and dressed with his urgings to hurry. He wanted to be down there as the sun rose. We didn't make it before sunrise. But we got there as the city seemed to be greeting a new day. We ate beignets at the Cafe Du Monde, laughing as we licked off our powdered sugar mustache and drank New Orleans coffee. We watched from our table as street performers sang, danced or even made balloon animals. After our breakfast, we walked hand in hand through the French Quarter shops. Each shop was unique and had treasures that needed examining. Time flew as it does when you have nowhere you have to be. Before we knew it, it was lunchtime. Of course you can't go to New Orleans without having a po'boy. So we did. We continued our tour of the shops, while keeping an eye on the street artists drawing and painting the portraits of those brave enough to sit for them. One shop, a lady's clothing shop, had the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. I quietly looked at the price and quickly backed away. David had been making a slow turn commenting on the clothes he saw, when his eyes fell on the same dress. "Do you want to make me happy? Buy that dress", he said. I whispered in his ear it was to much. When his face fell, I said, " I'll tell you what, I'll try it on and we can get it out of our system and go on". You know how you love a dress, yet when you try it on it looks terrible? That didn't happen. We bought the dress. Of course, he saw other things in that shop. He loved me when I was young, sassy, and skinny as a toothpick. He still sees me that way. I hate to burst his bubble, so I steer him gently away from clothing that would show him otherwise. With our packages in hand, I think it is time to leave. He has one more surprise in store. He knows my desire has been to have our portrait done, so we choose an artist whose work we like and approach him. Paolo, the artist we want, only works for people he feels an "affinity" with. As he enters into a conversation with us, he is putting up his pastels. It looks like he is going to leave. David mentions that I raise birds and have parrots. His whole manner changes. He is a bird lover and has a parrot. For three hours we sit while Paolo sketches and fills in with his pastels. People stop, stare and comment. Finally, it is time for the unveiling. We are very pleased with the results and Paolo is even happier that we are. On the way home we stop and buy a special frame for our portrait. We know if we wait, we will put it off till we forget about it. As soon as we get home, we find a place of honor for it. It's late, I'm still feeling the warm glow from this wonderful day, when I realize I didn't have a chance to put my plans for his birthday into action. Oh well, a birthday this wonderful deserves two days to celebrate! Cheryl Speir moderator@write2theheart.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------- That portrait is still one of our cherished belongings. We have four sons, two still live at home, two beautiful daughters in-laws and three of the cutest grandsons in the world! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- A Breath Away By: Pat Bode ------------------------------------------------------------ We're only a breath away from reality, We're only a breath away for all the world to see. We take for granted what has been given to us. We have to form a bond and trust, Trust in the Lord with all your heart, Trust in the Lord and He'll never part. Each breath we take is a gift from Him, Each breath we make brings us around again. Holding on for each little breath, Makes you wonder or even guess, How can you go on without Him? Knowing Jesus is just the begin. Walking and talking each and every day, Is normal to some, for others it takes their breath away. Knowing the Lord Jesus is here for me, I have no fear of the world you see. For each breath I take I give it away, And thank the Lord Jesus when I pray. Pat Bode pbode @ telapex.net ------------------------------------------------------------ Pat is a single mother of a teenage daughter. She is a very active member of her church. Her poems come from times that the Lord sustains her. ------------------------------------------------------------ From our Readers on last weeks "Hanging Up my Cape": ------------------------------------------------------------ I loved the story. I really enjoyed it. Paula I LOVED it! Tammy --------------------------------------------------------------------- CLASSIFIED ADS ------------------------------------------------------------ Visit TeraForma Health, Inc. http://teraformahealth.com/tfh/56094.html for a FREE personalized body typing. 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