Shiny Things

We were first introduced by a mutual friend while sitting at a bar. My mother always told me “never trust a man you meet at a bar, cos he’s only looking for one thing.”

This was a little different, however, as it was at a high end neighborhood restaurant and everyone knew most everybody there, save for a few visitors to this quaint little town we live in.

In fact, it astounds us now that we didn’t meet sooner.

I had just finished up a late dinner, having come straight from work as a clerk in a jewelry/fine gift shop. I still had on the rings, earrings and necklace we were promoting that week. But more noticeable were the stacks of silver bracelets I wore on each arm, going from my wrist to the middle of my arm. They were shiny and made a clicking noise every time I used my hands.

There were so many that I felt the need to explain myself as I reached out my hand to shake his as introductions were made.

“I don’t usually get all decked out with all this jewelry” I explained as his big bear hand grabbed mine.

“It’s okay to be shiny, Eileen. Shine all you want.” He has made me shine ever since.

So it was especially touching and heartfelt as we entered a store this Valentines week to buy me a silver bracelet, earrings and necklace. The name of the jewelry store?

Shiny Things.




Stories From Sanibel

Another New Adventure
The plane ride from JFK Airport was uneventful, save for a few herky jerky movements from turbulence. The way I overcame my fear of falling out of the sky each time the aircraft was buffeted was to envision the clouds as waves, and the plane (boat) was merely making its way through them.

It works for me.

This was my third trip to Sanibel Island; close to the 40th for him. Although he preferred to drive, I was able to talk him into flying down, thereby giving us more time to spend ON the Island, rather than just getting to it. In fact, I think he would have preferred we boated there, taking a long lazy drive down the coast and stopping at different ports, watching the sunrises and sunsets, as we drifted to the tip of the crescent shaped paradise.

Maybe another time.

I look forward to those visits these days, almost as much as I look forward to joining my life to his. I can’t imagine how lucky I have been, not only marrying into a wonderful family, but to make friends with his parents as well. My children will have a new stepbrother, already welcomed into the fold as if he was always one of them.

As the plane touched down at Ft Meyers Airport, my thoughts once again returned to my past, and comparisons were not hard to make. Many feelings surface, but the most important one is that of gratitude.

They’ve worked hard for everything they have, and here I come, settling in to enjoy the fruits of their labors. I love him, but I love them too. Not only for who they are, but for sharing it with me.

The Stories Of Sanibel will be dedicated to them, and I can’t wait to share them with you.

© 2015 Eileen Loveman – 2/9/15