Thankful for What Wasn’t
I am the first to admit that I’m a very blessed woman. I make a decent living at my day J.O.B., and have side work to give me some luxuries. I have amazing children, and a home I am comfortable in, and more cars than I can drive at one time. I have good health and good health insurance, I have a sweet little black cat to keep me amused and in good company no matter what time of day or night, and I live in one of the prettiest places on the planet (Colorado). And I’m a published author! I already live a blessed life that I am very thankful for, so it is hard to write a post and outline those things without sounding like bragging. At least, it is for me.
But it occurred to me that there is something I’m really thankful for this year, and it isn’t about something I have or got or own. It is about something that wasn’t. It was about something that I am glad didn’t happen.
My oldest daughter, who is 23 this year, was supposed to get married in June. The first half of the year was swallowed up with wedding planning, including dress shopping, venue booking, decoration making, invitation addressing, and every other sundry thing that goes with a wedding. Like most weddings, the wedding planning itself overtook everything else. Every discussion I had with my daughter would work its way to the wedding, and there were decisions to be made by so many people, and not everyone always agreed. And then there was the planning for family to come from out of town. On our side of the family alone, there would be several dozen. Some would stay in my house, but others I needed to make arrangements for. That mean there was a lot of cleaning, and food prep, and planning for “plan B” in case something or someone fell through.
And suddenly, like a bolt of thunder, there was a dead stop, two weeks before the vows were to be said. My daughter called off the wedding. Called off the engagement. Moved home.
“I couldn’t go through with it, Mom,” she said to me. “I couldn’t end up being in a marriage like yours.”
Sometimes, hard truths happen when we least expect them. She saw similarities between her fiancé and my husband (her stepdad) that she couldn’t live with for the rest of her life. The same things I worry about in my own relationship, she was seeing in hers. And they weren’t even married yet. My beautiful, brave, powerful daughter put her foot down, stopped everything, and changed direction.
I’m thankful that she didn’t marry, that she didn’t do something that made her so uncomfortable. And I’m thankful she was strong enough to call it off. Despite the money that was lost on everything, despite the people she would hurt by doing so, despite all that would need to be taken care of and disposed of over the next few months, she did what was right for her. As a mom, I must have done something right in raising her. She is much braver and stronger than I am. And she will reap the benefits of that throughout her entire lifetime. I have much to learn from her.
Theme: Second Chance Love
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Keywords: romance, contemporary romance, widow, Renaissance Faire
Page Count: 296
Digital Price: 4.99
Print Price (if applicable): 15.99
The renaissance fair is filled with characters and romance, but will it end in storybook love?
Schoolteacher Connie Meyers is suddenly a young widow, her husband killed in a horrific car accident. Heartbroken to find out he had gambled away everything they had, she moves to her sister-in-law's Midwest home to rebuild her life. A trip to the local Renaissance Faire with her nieces leads to a summer job as a costumed storyteller.
Avowed bad boy and fair performer Gage Youngblood is infatuated with Connie at first sight. Despite his deliberately commitment-free life, and Connie's don't-touch-me attitude, he soon has her in his arms, realizing quickly she is also in his heart.
When she is threatened by her late husband's bookie, he steps into the role of protector, his fate forever sealed with hers.
“Who said anything about a relationship?” he said, standing up so he could tower over her again. “I’m just trying to have a little fun. You know, fun?”
If he’d been an animal, she was sure he’d have had hair raised on the back of his neck, he seemed so angry, and it struck her painfully. She hadn’t wanted to anger him or hurt him. She turned away from him and closed her eyes to tamp down the tears she knew would come if she let them. She crossed her arms over her chest, to hold in the pain. Being tired made her much too vulnerable.
“Yes,” she finally said. “I know about fun. Life isn’t always fun, though.”
“Princess.” His voice was soft, tender. “I won’t hurt you. It’s not in my plan.”
Despite herself, she felt the shivers of desire race down from her shoulders, down her arms and legs, and back up to that secret, soft place at her core. She bowed her head and gritted her teeth, hoping for the feeling to go away.
“And what is your plan, Gage?”
“It’s a simple plan. I want you to feel good. I want to feel good, too.”
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Susabelle Kelmer is a wife and mother living at the base of the Rocky Mountains in northern Colorado. She believes in romance, second chances, and the magic of moonlight. When she isn't writing, she works with students with disabilities in the college environment. http://www.susabelle.com
Susabelle’s tagline: Love is Everything.
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