Is Christmas over for you?
Not for me. My son and his family are still visiting, so Christmas will last until Sunday when they leave. Then the house will look empty. A big lump will lodge in my throat as I go from room to room and pick up a forgotten toy.
I go through the same feelings, year after year. So happy before they come. Call it expectation. So busy while they are here. Working non stop to cook, set a table, clean, play with the kids, help with the bath, take them to the pool. A dotting grandmother who adores her little ones. They know it. And they come one by one to whisper in my ear: “I’m your favorite, right?” And I always answer, “Of course.”
Once they leave, I spend the day cleaning, putting back everything in place. Only then, when my house is back to its usual shape will I lose the lump and try to breathe better and reassure myself. They are with their parents, with their friends, going back to school, to their games.
Time to go back to my writing, to my life with my husband, my dear companion. Time to continue and finish the sequel of Christmas Babies.
Dedicated to her patients, the serious Dr. Madelyn Ramsay never had time for fun. An unexpected health problem jolts her into the realization that there’s more to life than just work. She longs to surrender to the magic of Christmas.
But can she handle the charming and secretive Dr. Nick Preston who carries his own package of disillusions? Can she allow two newborn twins to worm their way into her