Imzadi

THE ULTIMATE CHRISTMAS GIFT
by Carol Sandford
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It was always a magical time. Times that I will never forget; Our

Christmas' together as man and wife and I still can't help smiling as

the words flitted through my mind. Man and wife. We'd waited for so,

so long and we still both frequently asked each other why we'd waited,

but we always came up with the same answer, and we never had a good

enough reason, ever.

There had been no excuse and no logical explanation other than our own

stupid stubbornness to deny ourselves the chance of happiness, and

deny a bond that never had any intentions of ever giving up on us.

And thank God it hadn't.

Laying on the thick soft sheepskin rug in front of a roaring log fire

with a Christmas tree so high that it touched the ceiling, its

branches laden with glittering baubles, red velvet ribbon bows and

make-believe snow, and best of all, soft background music; a choir

singing Carols as old as time itself, it was magical.

But as I lay here, within my husbands arms once more, I truly feel the

meaning of Christmas. Of its peace, its love and its memories.

Memories of our past, our present, and our future.

Pushing myself up onto my elbow, I lovingly looked down into my

husbands face and see the dancing shadows of the flames making his

eyes twinkle like twin stars. In them I still find assurance, like I'm

in my rightful place, with him and it still feels like I've come home,

and it's a wonderful feeling. A beautiful feeling.

There is nowhere I'd rather be or want to be right now, because there

is nowhere that could make me feel so safe and secure, loved or

cherished and as Will stares intently and lovingly into my eyes,

pouring his undevided devotion from his soul to mine, I'm sometimes

still puzzled as to how he manages to find enough room for more for

me, but he always does. Because in precious moments like this, my

heart soars back to another dimension in time, to a moment from long

ago, to a moment only witnessed by us and God. The moment when we

found each other. When we became Imzadi.

I find myself drowning in the aftermath of his thoughts and I know he

has just given me the ultimate Christmas gift once more. For some it

is found in the carefully wrapped presents beneath the Christmas tree.

For others it is found in the sanctity of the Lord's love.

For me, it's found within Will's arms. It is found within his eyes as

they look into mine and tell me in silence how much I still mean to

him. It's found within his fingers as they touch my body, and it's

found within his words, even when he simply says, 'Hi' to me. But

most of all, it's found within his heart; a heart that is shared with

mine, for all eternity.

Will is my Ultimate Christmas gift, and now, this year, I have one to

give of my own. A child. A very much yearned for baby of our own to

complete our bliss. And as I reach for his fingers and put them upon

my still flat tummy, I watch with joy as his eyes, his mind and his

heart soar with wonder.

Yes, this is the best Christmas of all, one that will never be

surpassed.