Snowflake Wishes by Stockton Kasey

Author:Stockton, Kasey [Stockton, Kasey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Two Author Series, Christmas Time, Lifetime Love, Clean & Wholesome, Holly Springs Romance Trilogy, Women's Fiction, Christian Stories, Forever Love, Love Inspired, Christmas Holidays & Celebration, Hearts Desire, contemporary romance, Second Chance Reunion, Romantic Schemes, Beautiful & Feisty, Festive Season, Romance, Single Woman, Bachelor, Love-Family & Forever, Holiday Whimsy, Winter Weather, Inspirational Reads, Home & Family, Small Town & Rural Area, Honesty & Trust, Faith Based, Life-Changes, Contemporary
Amazon: B07WX85N1G
Goodreads: 188231414
Publisher: Golden Owl Press
Published: 2019-10-01T07:00:00+00:00

11

Madison

The old farmhouse had been in my family since its construction, three generations back. Dad was always proud of his heritage and the part his great-grandfather played in settling Holly Springs. It was likely part of the reason I felt so annoyed with the disloyal population who left our small town the moment they tired of it and never looked back.

Like my mother, who left shortly after I was born. Some things were not worth staying for, apparently.

Slumping on the overstuffed couch before the fire, I wrapped my hands around the warm mug and brought it to my lips, the soothing aroma of tea swirling up into my nose. It would have been more fitting to drink Dad’s wassail recipe, but I couldn’t bring myself to make it tonight, so peppermint tea would have to do. Fire crackled before me, popping loudly in the otherwise silent room. My gaze sought the speaker in the corner of the ceiling, and I felt a moment’s hesitation.

Dad had cared deeply about very few things: me, the diner, and a good quality sound system. We’d suffered without central air conditioning for most of my life, but always had beautiful music scoring our daily routine.

My hand itched to pick up the remote and turn on the Bluetooth feature. It would only take a few finger swipes to connect my phone and begin playing the Christmas station I’d used the last few years. But something blocked my body from moving further. And I knew what it was. Grief.

A horrid, dark, overpowering force that took my enjoyment and squashed it flat, immediately transporting me back in time to the previous year and the hospice bed that lived beside the far wall in the living room, and Dad’s last few weeks after the cancer took majority power over his body. He was my only family, and now he was gone.

Turning away from the fire and its captivating glow, I looked to my reflection in the window. My breath caught and I set down my tea mug and padded to the window, moving aside the curtain to more fully see the glittering lawn outside.

Snow.

It’s almost as if Dad was here, watching my internal struggle between wanting to experience the full joy of the Christmas season with music and wassail, and forcing me forward. I could not deny the pull I felt to walk outside and stand in the swirling, fat, flakes of a fresh, first snow.

Oh, why not?

Pulling on my boots and the coat hung beside the door, I stepped into the frigid night and down the steps of my front porch. Breath clouded before me, mixing with the falling snow and dissipating slowly.

I held my breath, glancing around the trees and mountainside that backdropped my house, and waited for the overwhelming grief to pull me down.

But nothing came.

Instead, I felt lighter, as though the snow itself was lifting my heart and feeding my soul. My Christmas wish on the snowflake ornament swam through my consciousness. It was an

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