My story, Something Borrowed, was released by The Wild Rose Press this week. At first I thought it looked kind of silly there among all the Santa and misletoe stories. It's about a woman going to a wedding where her ex and his new bride will be in attendance. Rather than go alone and feel a bit pitiful she decides to hire an escort -- the best studly specimen that money can buy.
But Jody never considers not going to the wedding. She knows her presence is important to her cousin. And that very quality of hers kind of makes this a holiday story -- that generosity of self.
My husband and I experienced a lot of that type of generosity this weekend. He sustained a bad knee injury -- the writhing in pain kind. The emergency room gave him morphine but there was no orthopedic surgeon on staff so they sent him home for the weekend. So many friends showed up for us -- with medical equipment, food or to walk the dog. Another friend arranged medical transport to get him to the orthopedist today.
Their presence was a present. This holiday I need no gifts with bows and wrapping paper because I've already been blessed with such generosity. And in the future I'm going to always try to be there for friends whether it's by the hospital bed, at the wedding or the egg nog party. As Woody Allen said, "Ninety percent of life is just showing up."