Sometimes, magic really is in the air. That’s how she feels. She left her homeland and raised her boys alone, travelled the world in her career, experienced the joy of the birth of her grandchildren but always alone. That is until this year.
This year, she met a blue eyed, bearded giant of a man (maybe not really a giant but when you’re 5’ 4” it doesn’t take much to see a giant) with a big, warm smile, low lively laugh, inviting arms and kind, kind heart. A real prairie boy with hands that have cupped grain as it falls out of the back of the truck, strong sunburned arms that stretch out across the land, legs that know the distance between the bases of the baseball diamond and the bit of a crooked nose that hockey players seem to always sport. Ah, but it’s his heart she fell in love with.
He’s feeling the magic too. He sees her slight form, her intense blue eyes, the curl of her dark hair and the laughter in her smile. She’s a big city girl, knows her way around cities like Berlin and Moscow but she’s found home here on the prairie. He loves the exotic sound of her voice, teases her about the difficulty to pronounce “th” through her accented words and has fallen for her heart.
So Canadian prairie boy and European city girl are making plans – plans for sharing and enriching each others lives, looking to build a future together.