Honey Girl, Part 2
(I left off last time by writing about how I told her I loved her . . .)
When I left her that day, I felt like I was walking on air. I still can’t find the words to convey the happiness I was feeling at the time. The holiday season felt more joyful and meaningful. I waited for Christmas morning as though I was a child waiting for Santa. I was just waiting to make a telephone call to her to tell her Merry Christmas, but that was enough to make the entire day mean more to me than any other year.
When I dialed her number she answered right away. She told me how much she enjoyed the Christmas present I had given her (a heart-shaped pendant and a bottle of red wine). She had given me an ornament on a gold chain with a design that represented faith, hope and love. We talked for about 20 minutes.
I went to visit my cousin Sherry that day and told her all about it. Sherry was a big part of this because she helped me pick out Debra’s gift. (Pardon me for being a little nervous telling this story because there is so much I want to express and I am trying to figure out how.)
There is so much I want to say, let me end with this: I will always keep the memory of that Christmas and Debra’s sweetness for as long as I live.
Click Here for part 1 of Joe’s story about his Honey Girl.