Cowboy here. Taking a few moments to reflect. The past year was a series of ups/downs, indescribable joy, deep regret. Like so many other folks – worldwide – my wife and I have folks that are dear to us in war zones. That said, we are blessed that many have come home alive, some with serious injuries but alive.
We are grateful for each one's service.
Joy: Sar and I travelled extensively this past year. The imp says we had to do this while I was still physically capable of getting around. Yeah, she got a swat for that. Contrary to the imp's testament that I am 0-l-d, I still manage to chase her down when the chasing is necessary.
We spent Christmas Eve alone. We try to do this every year; it's a special time for us. I'm happy to report that my 1st gift was my beautiful wife under the tree, wrapped in red ribbon. The unwrapping was as it has always been each Christmas – complete joy.
This morning, a wide-eyed young girl inside the mature sexy body of my wife slid down the banister. No matter how many Christmases we have shared, Sar still approaches Christmas morning the same way she did when she was 10. That was her first real Christmas. As a small reminder of the years she lived on the streets, there's a bowl of hard candy on the coffee table. The look on her face when the imp saw what was under the tree is more Christmas joy than I can describe.
Santa had delivered! Her belief in Santa Claus isn't so much the man as it is the spirit of the season. However—the look currently on the imp's face is one I know only too well. Tomorrow is the 1st day of a few days where more mischief than normal happens. Sar calls it the days in which she can run amok. I call it the days of unbelievably imaginative mischief. I'm certain I will enjoy more than a bit of it if the good Lord gives me strength to get through it. Knowing my wife's penchant for all things naughty, I trust she has convinced a number of you to follow in her footsteps.
Fortunately, Sar also has a penchant for all things sweet. Hopefully the rest of your holiday season will be as sweet as I intend for ours to be.
Happy holidays from both of us to you and yours.
Cowboy
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Merry Christmas Sar and Cowboy! I had been blessed with a joyful year and being able to share in your lives through this blog is one of those joys. I wish Sar a million new ways to get into trouble and to Cowboy the ability to keep up with her (in spite of your great age!)
Hugs,
PK
Merry Christmas to you and Sar. It has been such fun getting to know you both through this blog. Happy Run Amok week!
Cowboy, thank you, may your next year together be even better than this.
May you enjoy Bull fully recovered from his wounds.
One of my joys is this blog and Sars' writing.
At my age all I can manage is to sit back and wonder at Sars' energy.
I'm sure that you will both enjoy run amok week, I await with interest your reports.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
Hi! We used the idea of a "run amok" week over on our blog. Paul alerted us to your blog and Larken picked up on the "run amok" idea and mentioned it in a comment. Hope you don't mind! It just really tickled our fancy. I'm looking forward to reading more of your blog and fiction site.
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