Hello, everyone! I hope you’re all getting as excited for the festive season as I am.
I just got back from a friend’s wedding, the first adult gathering everyone in my family has attended since we all started having kids. It felt so great to be dressed up and dancing with my husband again.
The wonderful thing about having children is of course…everything. 😏
One of the drawbacks, however, is remembering who you are as an adult human being. Or, more specifically, learning who you are now that you have to be a parent as well as a person.
Being a mother has been incredible, you all know my feelings on this. But it’s been a while since my husband and I have had an extended period of time to be together and explore our more private selves.
But yesterday, I had a taste of that side of us again. My hair and make-up were done perfectly and I chose a dress that I knew would accentuate all my best assets. Did I feel good? Oh yeah. Did I look good? Damn straight. But I don’t make this much effort for me, I do it for him. I want my husband to look at me and be proud to have me on his arm. To know other men are looking at me and nodding their approval at him.
Mr Strange and I flirted, chatted, ate good food, drank champagne…and danced. The way that man holds me, moves me, touches me…it sets everything inside me on fire.
The wedding was held in a large, flint cabin and there was a point in the night where Mr Strange and I were in a balcony room with a log fire. I looked over and he was sitting on the sofa, leaning back with confident ease. To me, he looked every inch the warrior I married. Easily the most handsome and masculine man in the room. I went and knelt by him, in my floor-length dress and stilettos, resting my head on his lap. The cosy atmosphere of the room leant itself so that this gesture didn’t look out of place; just a couple getting cute by the fire. But to me, it was like coming home.
So, yeah, I’m a little blissed out (not to mention exhausted!) today. I feel like Cinderella after the ball. Except I came home with both of my sparkly shoes and I was in bed by 9.30pm. I’m in my thirties, okay? I do everything she did in a day, with a three-year-old strapped to my calf.
That’s the first reason for my elation. The second is: I finally did it! The Christmas book is out and available on Amazon. I agonised over the title for a while, but eventually, I decided that for a Christmas short, cheesy was acceptable. So, please hold your groans.
‘All I Want For Christmas Is You…And Him.’
Oh, yeah. I went there.
I’m pretty happy with how it came out. It’s got a little Christmas magic with a lot of debaucheries. I’ve even managed to squeeze in some genuine character growth. Is it Dickens? Nah. But is there some dickings? You bet.
Yup. I went there too.
Anyway, if you’re in the mood for a charming Christmas special from your girl Strange, it’s currently on offer here. As ever, I’d love to hear your thoughts and feedback.
Until next time, deck those halls, darlings!