Holiday Indulgence – Purim

Vashti Refuses the King's Summons by Edwin Long

Vashti Refuses the King’s Summons by Edwin Long

Happiness is surprise. Surprise of having you on my doorstep last December with your confused face, not knowing what to say to me. Surprise of being asked to go on our first date as a couple, of seeing this new side of you, all nervous and full of doubt. But most of all, surprise of your openness to consider the possibility of being together, not just for the moment, but for the time to come, and your plan to make it work despite the distance, seeing you willing to sacrifice what you’ve worked so hard to get.

And it was so, when the king saw Esther the queen standing in the court, that she obtained favour in his sight: and the king held out to Esther the golden sceptre that was in his hand. So Esther drew near, and touched the top of the sceptre.

Then said the king unto her, What wilt thou, queen Esther? and what is thy request? it shall be even given thee to the half of the kingdom.

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And the king said again unto Esther on the second day at the banquet of wine, What is thy petition, queen Esther? and it shall be granted thee: and what is thy request? and it shall be performed, even to the half of the kingdom.

Happiness is first times. The first time we kissed, feeling your moistened lips collapse against mine, knowing that you thought it was a huge mistake. The first time I felt you quiver under my touch, screaming for my name, sweaty skin running against fingertips. The first time you let your guard down and accepted my advances. The first time you took my breath away, the first time you brought breakfast to my bed and then cooked dinner for me. But mostly, how every time I touch you, I feel like it’s the first time.

And Mordecai wrote these things, and sent letters unto all the Jews that were in all the provinces of the king Ahasuerus, both nigh and far,

To establish this among them, that they should keep the fourteenth day of the month Adar, and the fifteenth day of the same, yearly,

As the days wherein the Jews rested from their enemies, and the month which was turned unto them from sorrow to joy, and from mourning into a good day: that they should make them days of feasting and joy, and of sending portions one to another, and gifts to the poor.

And the Jews undertook to do as they had begun, and as Mordecai had written unto them.

My happiness is you. You turned my sorrow into joy, my mourning into a good day. And you? Do you have a reason to be happy?

Yours,

H.

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