The message at church was another one about the significance of Christmas, and while Melody knew there were lots of people in the congregation who wanted and needed to hear about how important Jesus’ birth was to the fate of the world, Melody was ready for the Christmas season to be over. Had she been sitting in this very pew listening to a similar sermon two years ago, not realizing her life was about to change forever? Likely so. Once Christmas was over, things would begin to get back to normal, and she wouldn’t spend so much of her time trying to remember what life must have been like before her dad passed away.
She’d seen Michael briefly before Sunday school and for a few moments before the service began. He had gotten up and left with the other children to attend children’s church when Pastor Kyle began his sermon. Now that the final invocation was over, most of the members would head over to another part of the building wher
Lunch was full of polite conversation. Mrs. Gregory asked if she had enjoyed her time at the Christmas tree farm, and Michael had told them all about the snowball fight, the caramel apples, and how Miss Melody had picked out a tiny tree for her big house, which kept everyone laughing, especially his friend, Hailey. Melody tried to focus on her lunch and stay attentive to what Michael was saying since he was the only reason she was still there. It was difficult to keep her mind from wandering. She should be sitting with her parents, not these people. Most of them were hardly even acquaintances, though she had known Mrs. Gregory her entire life.Sarah was sitting at a table on the other side of the room with some friends from her Bible study group. Melody knew most of the women’s names, but she didn’t know the two gentlemen, though she thought one of them was the husband of Sarah’s friend, Ann. The man sitting right next to her mother had
Rehearsal was scheduled to last an hour, but a few minutes before it was over, just before the children began to sing “Silent Night,” one of the deacons came into the sanctuary and pulled Mrs. Gregory aside. Her face went ashen, and she hastily nodded at him, looking at the children and then around the room. Her eyes fell on Melody.“Melody, sweetheart, I hate to trouble you, but Mr. Gregory is not feeling well at all. Brother James just came to get me to take him home. I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you please just get the kids started on “Silent Night”? Mrs. Watson will handle the music of course. And then… would you mind running Michael home?”The second part of the request was no problem at all; it was the first part that had left her mortified. Was Mrs. Gregory actually asking her to lead a song? Melody felt her face turning red. How could she say no to a woman who was rushing o
The inside of Reid's house was just as impressive as the outside, and Melody couldn’t help but be awestruck at the new cherry wood floor and the refinished fireplace. “This place looks amazing,” she said as Reid followed her inside and closed the door behind them.“Thanks,” he said. “We’ve finished most of the downstairs, but the upstairs has a long way to go.”“My friend Olivia lived here when we were in high school. Have you met her? She still lives in town.” He shook his head, and she continued. “Anyway, the house looked much different then. I don’t think her parents knew much about taking care of old houses.”“Well, whoever lived here before us didn’t do a whole lot of repairs,” Reid agreed. “But the bones were still good, so most of what I’ve done is cosmetic.”“New floors, new
Melody let Michael go and straightened her hair. “You ready to go put the ornaments on?” she asked, grinning at him.“Yep!” he replied, a genuine smile beaming from his face.“Great. Why don’t you put that away, and let’s go back into the living room?”Michael scurried off to put the picture away, and Melody worked her way off of the pirate ship. He was still in the closet when she stepped out into the hallway, nearly colliding with Reid. “Hey,” she said with a grin. “That pirate ship is very impressive.”“Oh, yeah, thanks,” he said, his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets. “That was a little consolation prize for moving him across the country, leaving his grandparents and all of his friends behind.”Michael came flying out of his room and slipped past them, clearly no longer upset ab
Reid took Melody's coat off of the hook and held it open so she could slip inside. His fingertips lightly brushed her shoulders, and despite the fact that she was fairly certain he was upset about the conversation she’d had with Michael earlier, she still felt tingles at his touch. He pulled the front door open, and she went through, thankful it wasn’t as cold as it had been recently.“Thanks for everything you did for Michael today,” Reid said as he walked with her across the porch and into the yard. “It really meant a lot to him.”“Thanks for asking me to stay,” she said, pulling her keys out of her coat pocket. “It was a lot of fun.”“It really was,” he agreed. “I think I might be vacuuming up tinsel for the next three months.”Melody giggled. “I think I might be finding it in my hair for the next three months
It turned out Reid had not been exaggerating about the parent pick up line, and even though Melody was there before 2:30, there had to be close to three dozen cars in front of her. She couldn’t understand why anyone would want to sit in this line for a half-hour or more, but then, here she was, like a lemming, her car in park, waiting to shift into gear and scoot up whenever anyone else nudged a bit forward. For the most part, the line was stationary, and she could have used the time to read the book she had brought with her or work on editing some photos on her iPad, but once she was sitting in the line, she found her mind wandering, and rather than making the most of her time, she reviewed the changes her life had taken over the last week and a half. Never in a million years would she have expected to be sitting outside of an elementary school waiting to pick up a precious child who—for some reason—had claimed her as his own.She cont
Michael was exclaiming, “Miss Melody! Miss Melody!” and she wondered if he had heard what the teacher said and chose to ignore it or if he hadn’t caught it. Deciding there was nothing she could do about it now, Melody followed the car in front of her out of the parking lot and double checked her speed as she drove through the school zone.“Did you get your seatbelt buckled?” she asked smiling at him in the mirror.“Yep! And guess what! My friend Hailey said Santa is going to be at the library on Saturday. And there’s a parade, too. On Friday. At lunch today, Tommy was eating noodles, and one of them came through his nose. It was really gross. Dad was supposed to give me chocolate chip cookies in my lunch, but we must have been all out because there was a brownie instead. I can have one sweet for lunch and one at Ms. Karen’s if it’s small and that’s it. But sometimes Ms. Karen g
Melody made her way back to her car thinking there was no way in the world she could ever be a daycare provider. Nor could she be a school teacher. If listening to twenty kids talk the way that Michael did on the way home all day long was any indication of what it was like to be a kindergarten teacher, she would add all kindergarten teachers to her nightly prayer list. She suddenly had a newfound respect for her mother who had done both jobs at one time or another.She climbed into her Acadia and put her seatbelt on. She thought she should have asked about Kayla, but she’d only met her the one time. She’d been a good pianist, and her dad had remarked after the lesson that he thought she’d be quite accomplished if she continued to practice and if she had the right teacher. Unfortunately for all of them, the right teacher was no longer around.There had been a time when Melody had considered teaching piano or even becomi