The Gift from God Part 1

God and Adam were talking in the Garden of Eden

Adam said to God. “How come you made Eve so stunning, that smile, that long flowing hair, how she moves.” His eyes blinked in wonder.

God said. “Why Adam that would be, so you would make attention her and would be attracted to her.”

“Oh, I am that, then how come you made her so charming and so much fun to be with and smell so sweet.” Adam responded.

“Very simple my only man” God smiled “you would love her and be devoted to taking care of her.”

“Makes sense to me.” Adam was still puzzled. “Then how come you made her so…. dumb.”

“Oh Adam.” God chuckled. “that is easy, I wanted her to love you too.”

 

Females are a gift from our Almighty God and they are not dumb. He gave them to us for procreation and as a companion. We do have our differences for sure in thinking and many habits but without females, we are empty and lost.

When I originally played with the idea of writing a romance novel or short story from a mans point of view, it blew me away. I realized I had known probably 34 females in my life at one time or another in my past 60 plus years. Most of them walked away quickly some last a few months, two of them I was married to. But common thread that us together and occasionally drives us apart? Here are the first names of both close friends, actual girlfriends, very dear niece two wives that have touched my life in some way that I have not forgotten them.

Shirley   Patty  Carol   Kathy  Charlene   Linda  Beta   Linda P  Nancy

Ruth G   Ruth K   Tracy  Linda H   Maria  Jenny Sally   Cindy  Leona Barb n

Marcia    Elsa    Verna   Chris  Debra  Kathy  Marilee   Barbara Vicki Kim Tricia  Valeris  Janci  Ardis  Beth Alice   Angela

Rain puddles were scattered everywhere, our backyard useless for play. Two brothers and two sisters could sit on the front steps of their two-story home gazing out at white picket fence in the front yard and wait for some thing to happen in the very quiet neighborhood. The street in front of our house had a stop sign, it had been quite all day. Dad wouldn’t be home for another hour from work. We were watching for a change to come. The two-story white house across the street had been empty for days, they had moved away.

Our two pine trees slightly blocked the view to their driveway but we now some movement there. A car drove up and stopped I was probably ten years old when the family of six move in across the street in my hometown. The neighborhood perked up, as heads poked out of windows up and down the block to watch the new neighbors arrive. The only noise that could be heard were doors slamming there was no talking. As long as the folks lived they were very quiet.

A pudgy looking Mother and Father got out first and headed for the front door. As they turned the key a tall girl with long wavy hair, obviously the old waved my older sister, my sister waved back.

 

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