Damn Roses

It's Christmas Eve. In the hustle and bustle of it, the comings and goings, the last minute shopping and gift giving, there it was.

I was actually standing in a line at a store. I was at this store earlier, and after much wait time to check-out, it was determined that I forgot my wallet at home. So, I had to return home, grab my wallet, and go back to the store.

Forgetting my wallet is not something that I do. Ever. But, with all that I have going on in my mind, I guess it slipped my mind to make sure the wallet was in my purse before I went shopping, this Christmas Eve. I eventually returned to the same check-out and reminded the kid "Yeah, it's me. . .remember me? I left my stuff here because I had to go home and get my wallet. . ." Yeah, he remembered. I of course had to wait some more.

I wasn't surprised.

Then it came over me like a visit from an old friend. The feeling. The one I get. It comes out of the blue and fills my being with warmth. I actually said "hello" to the feeling and thanked it for coming.

Two more stores and traffic galore on the way home, but, my feeling made it easier. Happy actually.

I pull up in my drive way, put the car in park and begin to get out when I notice it. A pink rose bud on my rose bush. Today. December 24, 2010. Here. In freezing temps.

Amazing.

I don't believe in miracles. I depend on them.