Blessings by Grace

Don't you just love Saturday Centus, that best-of-all-memes in which Jenny Matlock (or one of her cohorts) gives us a prompt so we can add 100 words of our own and come up with one little gem of a story? I sure do!

Below is this week's effort, courtesy of yours truly and in honor of Tom Goette's birthday. (Have a GREAT one, Tom!) The prompt is in red.

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Blessings by Grace

He never dreamed, when he blew out the candles on his cake, that the hands of a pregnant woman had lit them. She, on the other hand, was reliving her early morning test, same as countless others yet breathtakingly different. An old movie would have said the rabbit died, but all Grace could think of was that something, someone inside her lived at last.

All day long her mind danced through scene after scene of bestowing her gift beyond measure: he swooped her up and ran to the still-empty nursery, screamed like a lottery-winner coming up roses.

Reality was sweeter. He rocked her to sleep in his arms, blessed her womb with his tears.