Jack? That's perfect!!!

Hope you feel better soon Kav!

Em

Hope you will be feeling better soon.



Very good

I just have to say -- I love everything about this story. Certain parts keep coming back to me. I loved it when you wrote "kissed her senseless" and then took the bell from Sue. And, one of my favorite parts is when Mrs. Santa tied the bell to Jack;s finger with a red ribbon so it wouldn't get away from him again. What a joy to read this most excellent story!

Donna

Great! When I actually get to catch up, you stop right in the middle.

Well, what happens next? Will Sue remember the boy again? Make the connection?

hey kav, you Ok or have you been totally consumed by the flu monster?

cath

Hi Kav... um i hope you are ok... please get better. I will pray for you. hang in there
sarah

Hey, Kav... I just wanted to check up, too. Are you doing okay??

I hope your absence means that you're getting plenty of healing rest and relaxation, 'cause you have me sort of worried!

Sorry I haven't posted in...ack two whole days?! I went back to work on Thursday, both jobs and could hardly navigate to my bed when I got home and then yesterday was a horrendous snow,sleet, ice pellet, freezing rain storm and though the school buses weren't running the schools were open so I had to trek out to my school and then everybody decided to visit the library with their minisucle classes of six kids each and I read copious Christmas stories to everybody and lost my voice and nearly got hit by a car on the way home (honestly -- I was standing at the bus stop outside because the shelter was full and a car in the middle lane spun out of control -- thankfully there was nothing in the inside lane -- because he ended up facing the opposite direction...on the sidewalk right where I had been standing!!!! Some nice old guy with a white beard (honest) yanked me out of the way by my hood! My reflexes aren't what they usually are...I'm in this flu fog. so I kind of just climbed on my bus and trudged home -- cringing every time I saw a car heading my way on the sidestreets -- and I crawled into bed at 7:00 and slept right through until 6:00 and then let the dogs out and crawled back into bed to emmerge around noon...somewhat coherent. ) So -- here's all I've managed to write the last two days. I think I'll be able to post at least once more today and a couple tomorrow. Apparently what I have is a viral flu that can last up to five weeks!


Absorbed in his work, Jack didn't notice his unexpected visitor until he felt the heavy weight in his lap. He looked down into the beguiling brown eyes staring up at him. A golden muzzle with just a fleck of drool rested on his knee and something suspiciously pink hung out of his mouth.

"Levi?" Jack's tone was cautiously curious. "What are you up to, buddy?"

Trying to shut that infernal bell up. Curse your inferior human ears; can't hear the thing yammering like a squirrel short a few nuts.

Jack could swear he could almost hear Levi's thought process. He really was a remarkable dog. "You want me to take this?"

Duh.

Gingerly he pulled out the now rather soggy and dog-eared envelope. Drool had smeared the HO HO HOs together into a little puddle of blue ink. Levi's doggy tongue had also moistened the adhesive flap, which now fell open against Jack's fingers. Levi wagged his tail and woofed encouragingly.

"You think I should read this?" Jack scratched the dog's left ear and cast a cursory glance around the bullpen. Bobby and Myles were out of the office and Lucy, Tara and Sue had disappeared for their communal ladies room break. He grinned, always finding it amusing how women traveled to the facilities in packs. He guessed Lucy and Tara would be grilling Sue right about now. He was probably safe for a few more minutes. He jumped at the none-to-gentle pat that was much too close to his lap for comfort.

He has the same glassy eyed stare of that rabid squirrel we saw in the park, Levi sniffed disdainfully, glad that Sue kept his shots up to date.

"Hey -- watch it boy, you pack a wallop when you want to," Jack complained, rubbing the spot Levi had just pawed energetically. The dog gave him a reproachful look and lipped the envelope. When Jack didn't take the hint, he shook it by the tail like a dead squirrel. The envelope ripped and a page fluttered to the floor.

“Now look what you’ve done,” Jack complained.

Gosh, did I do that? Oops.

Jack stooped down to retrieve the single sheet of stationary and the envelope. His heart accelerated as his eyes skimmed over the first line.

Dear Santa,

My mother says I’m too old to believe in you and I shouldn’t be writing letters to you any more.

Jack’s fingers shook with the effort it took to keep his honorable resolve as he folded the paper and tried to shove it back into the envelope. He was half way to Sue’s desk with it when Levi tackled him.

Easier to catch then a squirrel but there’s no tail to shake some sense into him with.

“Levi! What has gotten into you?” Jack asked, conscious of a few curious glances from other agents bustling by directed at his sprawled form.

Too noble by far. It’s your downfall, Jack. You need to lose some of those standards. Turn as wily as a squirrel. Just for the next five minutes. Go on. Read it so that bell will shut its yapper.

Levi’s antics had caused the pink paper to flutter to the floor a second time and Jack picked it up, this time noting the date. His brow arched in surprise. Sue was thirteen when she wrote this letter. That was too old to be writing to Santa Claus. Believe! Earnest hazel eyes stared encouragingly up at him. The vision was so real. He could picture the little girl vividly. Long, tangled blond hair, bright blue quilted housecoat, some frilly white lace peeking out at the collar and the cuffs. Who was this little girl who’d taken up residence in his memory? Levi’s persistent pawing brought him back to reality.

Attention to detail Jack. Try to keep your mind focused on one thing at a time…like a squirrel burying a nut. Nothing breaks their concentration until the job is done. Come on, boy, you can do it. Humans are so hard to train.

Jack wrinkled his nose at the smell of the warm doggy breath that wafted up into his face on a sigh. “Time for another teeth cleaning, I’d say, Levi. I’ll tell Sue to make an appointment with Dr. Bennett.”

Thanks, Jack, I’ll remind you of that tip next time you try to swallow Sue’s tongue whole – now for the love of rodents (not that I do…especially squirrels) will you get on with it?

Somehow Jack couldn’t quite bring himself to fold the page again. His eyes skimmed the neatly penned letter with surprised amusement and then wonder.

Dear Santa,

My mother says I’m too old to believe in you and I shouldn’t be writing you letters any more. Of course I won’t stop, because we’re old friends and I have few enough of those. But I do think she’s right about asking for presents. I am too old for you to make that sort of delivery this year. Besides, I’m carrying on your tradition and playing Santa’s elf at the Food Cupboard my family volunteer at. I can see just how addictive the whole giving thing is. I love to watch the excitement and relief on the faces of the mothers when we present them with presents for their children. Now I know what keeps you so jolly all the time.

Santa, I do want to ask you for something though. It’s not really a present…more a wish, I guess. I bet you can guess what it is since I ask you every year. I wish I could meet those special friends again…the ones from the Polar Express. I just have this feeling that we’re…or we could be…more than just friends. I know it’s impossible. One of the boys was from Australia and the poor boy that scared us all to death – he was from Boston, I think. The girls I’m not so sure of, but I know you remember who they are.

And then, there was the other boy…the really nice one. The one who was so kind to me. The boy who gave me his bell. The bell you gave to him. I wonder what he’s like now. Is he still as nice? Still so kind? Still fighting bullies to protect the rest of us? I imagine he is. I don’t think that part of him would change. I know it’s been five years and I was only eight, but I feel guilty because I promised I would never forget him, but I can’t even remember what he looks like any more. I’m afraid, Santa, that I’ll break my promise to him…that I’ll forget him all together… and I don’t even know his name. I don’t know any of their names but they’re still the best friends I’ve ever had.

Will you take care of them, Santa? Make sure they’re safe and happy? Especially Harvard…he’s so lost and alone. I used to think I was until I felt the darkness trying to take hold of him that Christmas Eve. Now I know how blessed I am with my family – even if my mom does boss me to death! (Does that comment put me on the naughty list?)

But Santa, I’d really, really like to meet him again. I’m afraid if I don’t that I’ll forget him and that’s a loss I don’t think I could bear to live with. Could you do that for us someday, Santa? See that our paths cross? He’s special to me…and I think maybe he could be even more special to me…if I just had the chance…I tried to talk to my mother about it but all she said was that it’s perfectly normal for a girl my age to have nonsensical romantic notions and school girl crushes, but I should be focusing them on real people, not make-believe ones. But I know Chocolate isn’t made up. He’s out there somewhere and I intend to find him…any hints from the North Pole would be most appreciative.

All my love,
Miss Susan Thomas

Jack stood transfixed beside Sue’s desk, studying the letter intently. Suddenly it was knocked out of his hand and Levi grabbed it mid stride. “Levi!” Jack called sternly just as the girls entered the bullpen.

“Levi!” Sue’s commanding voice echoed his and for once, the wonder dog ignored them both.

He tossed the letter onto the floor, nosing it gently and then slumped onto it, rubbing the length of his back across the paper. Don’t worry, Jack, I’ve got your back. I won’t be in the doghouse as long as you would be Sue found you reading her private correspondence. The things I do for love! By the time they stopped the dog’s frolicking the letter was ripped and smeared beyond recognition.

“Well, I guess what I asked for from Santa that year will remain a mystery,” Sue quipped, giving her dog a quizzical look. “What got into you buddy?” Levi sniffed the air and padded over to Sue’s desk where he nudged the bell experimentally. Nothing. Blissful silence. Sighing contentedly, he nosed his way under the desk and curled up for a much needed nap leaving Jack wondering if he had imagined the contents of the letter only he had read.

Yay Kav!

Gee, fortunate that there are nice old guys with white beards roaming around now that it's this time of year... .... ? (and i do mean that most sincerely Thank you bearded gentleman! a thousand hugs and 's to you!)

Peppermint tea, dear. as hot as you can stand it, inhale the steam and drink quickly.

**looks around in relief that her main person to make laugh with witty song stylings is still around to enjoy them**

On the 11th day of Christmas my True Love gave to me: 11 eyeopening sentances, 10 reasons for Sue to give Jack her heart, 9 old letters to Santa, 8 snowdrifts melting... suspiciously, 7 minutes of Sue's intense blushing, 6 hours of Tara's rainbow grilling, 5 minutes of rambling from Howie, 4 bran muffins from Myles, 3 Jack Hudson searing kisses, 2 Bobby Manning dimples and a facesmooshedinthewindow smilie.


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I am so sorry to hear about your recent days. here is a hug


oh Levi, you are the best- p.s don't let Jura hear me say that...

and JACK- yes you read right, now what are you going to do about it????

kav,

sorry to hear you are still feeling so rough, glad you were saved from the car accident

a wonderful post, such a beautiful letter

cath

I'm so glad you are okay! I was imagining all kinds of horrid things...... I'm sorry you're still feeling wretched. Five weeks????? ACK!

That was a wonderful letter. If Jack doesn't start putting 2 and 2 together and coming up with what happened then the bell needs wake back up and whop him until he remembers!!!

A pharmacist friend of mine told me to gargle with benadryl and water (1 to 1 parts) to help a score, scratchy throat and no voice. I was told to swallow after gargling if I wanted to sleep or spit it out if I didn't. ) Thought you might want one more remedy to add to your growing collection.

I love Levi - and the whole bad breath issue - have had that discussion many times with my pets lately.

Wonderful post - I hope you are feeling better. Five weeks is a long time to be sick - have you ever tried Airborne? Maybe you should - herbal not antibiotic - buy it at Wal Mart.

*breathes a huge sigh of relief* Kav I'm so glad you're alive - I too was imagining all kinds of horrible happenings but you getting hit by a car while waiting innocently at the bus stop wasn't one of them. I'm glad the Santa-type was there to rescue you - proof positive that God answers prayers that we didn't even know we needed to be praying!

As far as your post - I adore your take on Levi - and that post was full of delightful tidbits.

It was perfection!! (as always) How do you do it when you're so sick??

get well soon Kav.
loved what levi did to open the letter
and now I think jacks begining to know who the little
girl was and the others are its brilliant Lin

I am so sorry you are ... I guess the whole world has caught a cold!! Well, I hope you feel better... BTW, a car skidded off the road and almost hit my car... I know how you feel!! So, I hope you feel better...

I am so glad LEVI has Jack's back. The things Levi does, he is the best. We know Jack read the letter and so what is he gonna do about it...

I should stop talking

I'm glad you're feeling better, Kav! I guess all those worked1

And I'm even happier that that man with the suspiciously white beard saved you!

You never know, he could have been an in disguise.......as santa?


And I simply love the way you write Levi. He's so witty and sarcastic. If I were I dog, I would totally date him.

I'm with you Flip in giving Jack a hit on the back of his head if doesn't get it!!!!!

I really glad you are ok Kav and that no-one else was hurt by that car!! And viral flu sounds nasty!!!! Wrap up warm and have a hot toddy as that will help you sleep and will be enjoyable too!!!

Sam

So glad you're back! What a day you had! Please get well soon!

Loved the post -- and the letter was so well written. And, you gotta love that Levi and you write him soooooo well!

Donna

well i'm glad your ok and not hurt...and if your sick...take all the time you need to rest...but i swear you can even write beautiful posts when your sick...i loved levi's antics...what a clever dogg...and jack, now you know, yep it's true, you all have know each other from when you where very young.

well can't wait for maybe post number 2 for tonight.

greets law

*sigh* I love Levi.... and Jack... and Sue... and it all!!! I'm glad somebody was able to figure out the mystery of the bell!!

It's too bad that Sue wasn't able to read the letter, though.... but at least Jack did.

YAY....it's all coming together.....

~laura michelle~

Thank goodness you were not hurt by that car! What a bummer to have to go into school when there were just a handful of students.

Levi certainly did his part. Now, Jack just needs to make the connection.

are you kidding me! o my! I'm glad you are alive. ad hang in there it will be ok i promise!

this story just gets better w/each post!

Thank you so much for this post. It was a wonderful gift, given despite the flu. I hope you feel up to snuff quicker than five weeks.

Kim

I wonder if the team will figure out that they were all on the Polar Express together...

I hope you get better soon

Kav, that is so scary you almost got hit. I agree that it might have been an disguised as Santa that saved your life! Whoever it was, I thank God you are OK! That virus sounds nasty and I hope that leaves sooner too!

Story continues to be amazing! Loved Levi, such sarcasm! Sue's letter was the best! Can't wait to see what comes next!

I finally saw parts of the Movie The Polar Express last night and I couldn't help but to chuckle at the little boys expressions at times. I could really picture Jack as a little boy. OK, OK, I'm obsessed!

Austraillian = Bobby

Boston = Myles

Get the connection, Sue?

So glad you are all right and got home safe.
I continue to enjoy this wonderful story.
thanks,
Terie

i watched the polar express for the first time tonight. It was really good. so instead of sue there was a little boy. but still all the characters fit in just right...
know-it-all myles
leader lucy
kind, cute, loving, considerate, ... jack
and quiet, innocent sue
i dont remember a tara though

it is a perfect story to add all of our favorite fbi agents to.
and then there is the lovely message that believing is seeing. (or hearing w/our bell)
ok i think i'm just going crazy now.
Kav, can you catch a cold in a forum? cause i maybe coming down w/what you have. I've had a headache and chills and sneezing... and nausea. or maybe its a migrane idk.
sarah

I refuse to take responsibility for anyone else's sniffles but my own! but I'm beginning to think that cyberspace must have something to do with it since we're all getting sick.


“You just have to scrunch your eyes up until they’re nearly closed and all you see is the smudge of the coloured lights. My dad and I use to do this every year. Try it.” Sue didn’t wait to see if Jack followed her instructions, but eagerly sank against the back of the couch and scrunched up her face in a way that reminded Jack of a little girl. And not just any little girl – his little girl. It has to be our daughter, he decided and found himself eagerly looking forward to the time when he could share this tradition with the little girl in his thoughts.

“Jack!” Sue had focused her eyes enough to notice that he was not following directions. “You’re supposed to be lying back…” She waited until his head nestled close to hers on the back of the couch. She turned a bit so she was facing him as well as the tree. “Like this.” Her eyes narrowed to slits but all thoughts of multi-coloured lights flew right out of her mind after one glance at the dark chocolate of his eyes.

Chocolate. She had always been partial to brown-eyed men. David had brown eyes, so did Tony…and Jonathan, but none of them had his eyes. The eyes that had teased her dreams her whole adolescence. She’d thought them a teenage girl’s fantasy until she had stormed into the bullpen that first day, thinking Jack was someone from personnel. One look and she knew she’d found her dream man – and proceeded to make a complete and utter fool out of herself time and time again as various women traipsed in and out of his life. And yet here he was, his eyes fielding a deep emotion, caressing her with a single look. She shivered and he smiled, a wolfish, predatory gleam in his eye that turned her shiver into a shudder of anticipation.

His hand reached up and traced a circle around her eyes with a light, feathering touch. She stifled back a moan when the same fingers outlined the shape of her mouth.

“Go on,” he urged, “you were explaining this tradition to me.”

“It…It didn’t involve hands touching faces,” she managed to choke out as she stared in consternation at her fingers splayed across his cheek.

His thumb brushed across her lower lip with gentle abrasion. “That’s okay, we’re adapting the tradition into a new one all our own,” he assured her. His eyes focused on her lips, full and satiny soft, parted in anticipation of what was to come. He loved the shape of her mouth, he decided, his own lips parting on an answering sigh. “Close your eyes.”

“Not completely, because then you can’t see all the colours…” Sue objected breathlessly as desire spiraled up from the core of her being.

“But you can’t taste them completely unless your eyes…are…closed.” He punctuated his last words by pressing down on her lids until her eyelashes fanned her cheeks.

“But…you can’t…taste lights…” Sue pointed out weakly.

“Now that’s where you’re wrong,” Jack murmured huskily, his lips softly brushing over hers. “They come in all kinds of flavors, you just have to know how to coax them out.” Sue’s eyes flew open and he smiled down at her. “What did that taste like?” he teased and then groaned as her pink tongue darted out to trace the path his lips had just taken, as if gathering up the last dregs of an elusive flavour.

“That wasn’t enough to go on, “ she teased back sassily.

His heart lurched in his chest as he looked into her eyes, so soft and warm and inviting. He suddenly needed to feel the satin and silk of her lips against his and a sudden gnawing need rose to claim what she was so teasingly offering.

His hands tunneled deep into her hair, anchoring her head against the back of the couch as he lowered his lips over hers once more. He felt the buzz of electricity the second his lips drank in the soft texture of hers.

How was it possible that a demanding kiss could be so gentle? His lips ravished hers as a slow hum of need danced along her nerve endings. He kissed her deeply, leaving her in no doubt of how much he wanted her, his hands holding her in place so that he could continue his onslaught…and yet she felt cherished. She could feel the hammering of his heart as he crushed their bodies together. He was hard everywhere she was soft and her pliant body yielded to his determination until they were stretched out lengthwise along the couch.

His mouth breathed hers to life, alternately gently teasing than almost rough and demanding. He nipped and then soothed an unceasing assault of sensations that gripped her in their vortex and she actually imagined that she saw swirls of bright colour in the darkness behind her closed eyelids.

“You’re right. I can see the colours of a fireworks display…” she gasped when his lips left hers to worry the shell of her left ear.

He grinned exultantly into her neck; his teeth nudging her sweater away so he could lick a tempting trail across her creamy white skin.

Her startled gasp filled the air at the evocative sensation and she moved restlessly beneath him. Her arms closing convulsively across his back, fingers sliding beneath his shirt, across his muscled torso, her fingernails lightly raking across his back.

It was his turn to gasp and he caught her face in his hands, consumed by an overwhelming desire to make her his in every sense of the word. He branded her with his mouth in a searing kiss before his lips blazed a trail down her throat, across her collarbone, his face pressing briefly into the soft swell of her breasts, still modestly covered in knit jersey. It clung to all the right places, emphasizing the feminine curves that were slowly driving him insane.

He pulled back from a temptation that almost proved too much and looked down at her body pulsing to life in an answering rhythm that matched his own. Their labored breathing came in unified gasps. As he fought for control, his eyes focused on a white swatch of skin and the hollow indent at its centre. Unable to resist, he dipped his head lower and pressed his lips against the smoothness of her belly. Tongue and teeth wrecked havoc as he pushed her sweater up higher so that he could worry each curved rib and the indent between until she was twisting and writhing beneath him. When he couldn’t stand the temptation any longer he buried his face against her satiny skin for one last lingering embrace before sending her from the heights of passion to hysterical laughter as he blew zerbets against her belly. They slid off the couch and onto the floor and Levi joined them for a frolic until they were breathless from their silly cavorting.

Sue finally pulled herself apart from the tangled limbs of man and beast and stood self-consciously pulling at her clothing, which was now revealing more than concealing her luscious curves. Jack watched every move with rapt attention, which further increased her embarrassment and his enjoyment.

“I’m just going to finish up in the kitchen. You…stay here…and…” she struggled to find the right word. “…behave.”

Jack laughed and toyed with the idea of following her and ravishing her on the kitchen table like some bodice-ripping hero out of a romance novel but sank back onto the couch, deciding that the gentlemanly thing to do was give her some space in which to gather her thoughts. Then, when she thought she had everything under control he would pounce again. For now, he contented himself with turning around so he could watch her.

Every time she looked his way he waggled his eyebrows and winked. It was disconcerting, and did nothing to cool the fire in her veins or the flush from her body – a flush she was certain covered every square inch of her skin. He was a major distraction, not to mention temptation and what was worse he knew it. He sat there on the couch like a tiger, waiting to pounce.

“Jack, can’t you find something else to do?” she protested before turning her back to him resolutely.

“I could.” She jumped when his arms came round her from behind. He had left his perch in the living room and was on the prowl. She shivered when his lips pressed against the nape of her neck. “I can think of lots of things to do.” He turned her in his arms and his lips claimed hers once more while his hands raked over her body in a desperate need to know all of her.

Sue pulled back, feeling suddenly bereft when he willingly complied and his arms dropped back to his sides. Their eyes flashed with fire and understanding and he smiled ruefully at her. She chewed at her bottom lip, and smiled back shyly; still uneasy with this new side to her he was instrumental in revealing.

“Here, look at this,” Sue grabbed the first plausible form of distraction. “It’s my holiday album. My mom sends me new sheets every year to add to it. She’s really into scrapbooking.”

Jack dutifully accepted the book and perused the pages. All were artfully decorated; past Christmases exquisitely penned in great detail. There were pictures of Sue sitting on Santa’s knee, Sue playing Mary at a Nativity pageant, Sue and her brothers hamming it up under the Christmas tree. He smiled as he quickly became absorbed in these snatches from her past, watching Sue grow up before his eyes, from diaper padded toddler to gamine faced toothless wonder to…

It was her! The child of his imagination right down to the blue quilted dressing gown and tangled blonde hair. She was grinning up at the camera, clutching an empty stocking in one hand and bell dangling from a red ribbon in the other. He read the caption Sue’s mother had added beneath the picture with something akin to disbelief.

Sue’s favourite gift this year. I couldn’t pry it out of her hands even when Granny and Gramps came over for Christmas dinner. I have no idea where it came from, though I think Luke planted it somewhere in the house after the previous day’s fiasco of a gingerbread making party. It certainly cheered Sue up, though Luke will not take any credit (so unlike him) and Sue insists that a boy named Chocolate gave her the bell and she intends to marry him when she grows up!

I loved the note, and the wonderful glimpses into Sue's past. Kav, sorry to hear you're ill, but the posts have been stunning!!!

Jen

Wow! What a post! I don't know how you do it, particularly when you are sick! I loved it and am sooooo loving this story!

A masterpiece, to be sure!

Get well soon!

Donna

What a post.....Jack's figuring it out...YAY.....

~laura michelle~

oh what an amazing post...and do you hear that jack....she is going to marry chocolate some day...that's you...tell her...this is going to be great, i can't wait for everybody to remember that they all where at the polar express...how cool is that.

loved kav...and i hope your feeling a little better.

greets law

How you manage to write when you're feeling ill is beyond me, but I'm sure glad you do!! That post was wonderful and I wasn't nearly ready for it to end! Take care of yourself, Kav!

Beautiful post I especially liked this paragraph

This is me feeling puddliciously wonderful after reading those two posts. The letter was entirely Sue. Perfect. And no one writes Levi like you do. You just know how a dog thinks (and yes, that's a good thing).

Then the lights, kisses, and photoalbum -- just amazing.

I am so sorry to hear about your rough day(s), and I'm glad you weren't hurt by the car. A man with a white beard, huh? You must be on Santa's nice list. Please take care of yourself.

You've made me love chocolate even more.. and I didn't think that was possible...

So romantic!! Thanks to Jack, I seem to be partial to brown eyes too!

I've been trying to reply for several LOOOOOONNNNNNGGGGGGG minutes...and I'm about ready to climb inside my computer and purse whomp something! (work with me here - pretend it's a purse!)

I love this image - the image of Jack looking forward to being a daddy ...and then being privy to the information that he already is sharing the tradtion with the little girl in his thoughts.

You know it's coming.....I wolfish, predatory Jack!!!!

Be still my rapidly beating heart!!!!!!

I know she doesn't mean that. After all - gotta love a misbehaving Jack!!!!

Woot! Are there bells ringing in Jack's head now? Sleigh Bells? Wedding Bells?

I read this post right before running out the door for church, Kav, and had to wait until now to reply. It's such a wonderful post - I enjoyed reading it through a second time and then gave up trying to quote all my favorites since I had already quoted so much.

Brilliant!!!!!

Ah, so Jack remembers. How wonderful! I wonder if Chocotate will tell Stub (I think that was her nickname) or will he wait to see if she remembers?

**Scowls at the rest of group** I don't see what the big deal is about chocolate eyes.... (I have a pair of them myself, thank you very much and don't find them the least bit interesting!) Now... let's talk about some nice light, piercing blue or greenish eyes and throw in some dimples and NOW YOU'RE talking my kinda language!

and just how does Jack know so much about bodice ripping heroes of romance novels? Jack... you've got some 'splainin' to do!

Love how you're bringing it all together dear heart!

**Takes deep breath to gear up for big finish... unless she decides that there are more than 12 days to Christmas this year...**

On the 12th day of Christmas my True Love gave to me: 12 'flavors' of Christmas lights, 11 eyeopening sentances, 10 reasons for Sue to give Jack her heart, 9 old letters to Santa, 8 snowdrifts melting... suspiciously, 7 minutes of Sue's intense blushing, 6 hours of Tara's rainbow grilling, 5 minutes of rambling from Howie, 4 bran muffins from Myles, 3 Jack Hudson searing kisses, 2 Bobby Manning dimples and a facesmooshedinthewindow smilie.

**Runs and hides before the mob can come ambush her for not melting into a pool of chocolate fondue at the sight of Jack's eyes**

I can't even respond

Thank you for that post Kav... I needed something to warm me up

Em

Lovely post. I love Sue's mother's description of the photo. I wonder if Sue will find out that Jack is chocolate? That her dream guy is real.

MB- I wondered the same thing this morning when I read the post but i was already running late for church and could not stop to reply just then.

I have also decided that reading a post by Kav before I head to church is not the best of ideas because then I think about it during church instead of what I am supposed to be focusing on!

Kav - This story is just brilliant!! And you are weaving it together so beautifully - it has me on the edge of my seat waiting for them all to figure out how they knew each other so long ago!!!

what an absolutely wonderful post kav i am so wonderfully fuzzified and i can go to bed happy

cath

Wow...This is so wonderful, I am speechless!

Kim

My 7 year old and hubby have chocolate brown eyes but my 9 year old has these killer sometimes brown sometimes hazel eyes, well I suppose to moms and spouses the eyes will always have it!

I loved your post! I have learned to not read your stories before church or church meetings for that matter because well it is that whole focus thing!

And flip - you did not disappoint me - thank you! Wondering if you would love ornery, ripped pants, missing church on Christmas Eve, 10 year old with attitude Jack? Probably as you do teach 5th grade!