This morning (2 am) I headed over to see the ancient Vampires. They look to be around 20 but are more in the 2,000 year range. We’re not exactly sure and they don’t seem to really care or even remember.
They gave me a large pot of white orchids and kissed my cheeks with cool lips. I was huddled to a chair by where they held my hands sang me a song, as they do every year.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
They finished the Lee Ann Womack song, an unusual choice for these two ancient Vampires, but not so much I suppose since I’m such a girl to them. I never knew what song would come through with their beautiful voices. It could be from the 12th Century or the 21st. I stopped trying to guess years ago.
My brother Val (Valentine) was there smiling and watching from the kitchen. He’d been there for several weeks remodeling and trying to get the old farmhouse in order for the older Vampires.
Val and I are the youngest in our family of 4 boys and me. We’ve had our share of adventures together and always stayed close. He put his hand around my shoulder as we watched the two older Vampires dance around the room like young lovers. Their steps were light and perfect and they laughed in a language too old for us to understand. Then they stopped and looked at the two of us.
They sat us down in their usual somewhat odd way and touched our hair and arms as they always did. Then over hot mulled blood tea we spoke of hunts and adventures and about my kids and the upcoming election.
Aside from remodeling, Val had been helping them get back into the real world, out of their elderly stupor and under the stars rather than just the dark of a closet where they’d been staying out of fear of the outside world. He brought them a rescue dog, a large beast of unknown breed who followed commands and loved the old couple. He took them on hunts. He found their car keys. He found life in the old ones. It was a wonderful thing.
It was good to see them so happy. It was the best birthday present ever.
And that’s it for tonight. I spent the day working and this evening with my family. Life is good. I have the most wonderful husband a woman of any kind can ask for, and wonderful children, parents who love me and siblings I still talk to. And I can’t for get my wonderful and amazing friends who I love and think of as my treasures!