He shares a favorite story with a willing and eager companion.
She's happy to see Christmas cards in the mailbox.
She gets ready for her date.
He steps inside, grins broadly, and holds out his hand.
He comes home for lunch to see everything before she starts to wrap.
She works on a secret, forbidding her mother from coming downstairs.
She gladly listens to Christmas music in her seclusion.
He calls to remind her (with an email, too) that today is the first day of Hanukkah, and that he's at Target getting candles for his Menorah. "Let's make latkes soon!" she tells him.
She feels touched, warm inside every time she sees that bookmark gifted to her on Sunday. Words that build, shared from the heart by her fellow sisters in the gospel.
He says he needs a haircut. She's happy to oblige.
They'll gather with the other team couples for Italian later. It's Christmas after all.