Destined to be

chapter 30

Previously :

A soulmate is not someone you can walk away from that easily . It is someone you can't imagine being without , a person you believe is worth sticking with and fighting for .

Soulmates have a tendency to look into each other's eyes when speaking more often than ordinary couples . It comes naturally from the deep-seated connection between them . Looking a person in the eye when speaking denotes a high level of comfort and confidence.

Whether you're designed by the universe to be soulmates or two loving people who have settled for each other's strengths and weaknesses , the decision is yours . The beauty of free will is that you can remain in or change any relationship as you see fit . To be with your soulmate is one of the precious treasures of life . And I am sure one day you will feel like you have found your heart's other half , and then I will wish you endless days of joy and laughter , and countless nights of deep embrace , unraveling the mysteries of the universe one by one .

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Tyler: " It sounds so beautiful ! "

Grandma: " I know . "

Tyler: " I will never find one . "

Grandma: " No don't say that , I will tell you another story . "

Tyler: " Don't tell a love story . "

Grandma: " Why not ? "

Tyler: " I don't know . Just tell a normal story like you used to tell me when I was a kid . "

Grandma: " Ok . . . . . . . let me think for a while . . . . . . . .. Oh yes I have one . "

Tyler: " What is it called ? "

Grandma: " It is titled a lost wand and it is written by Jean Ingelow . "

Tyler: " Ok , I hope it will divert my mind . "

Grandma: " Here it goes ! "

Tyler: " I am listening carefully . "

Grandma: " A Lost Wand Jean Ingelow ;

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More than a hundred years ago , at the foot of a wild mountain in Norway , stood an old castle , which even at the time I write of was so much out of repair as in some parts to be scarcely habitable . In a hall of this castle a party of children met once on Twelfth-night to play at Christmas games and dance with little Hulda , the only child of the lord and lady . The winters in Norway are very cold , and the snow and ice lie for months on the ground ; but the night on which these merry children met it froze with more than ordinary severity , and a keen wind shook the trees without, and roared in the wide chimneys like thunder . Little Hulda's mother , as the evening wore on , kept calling on the servants to heap on fresh logs of wood , and these , when the long flames crept around them , sent up showers of sparks that lit up the brown walls , ornamented with the horns of deer and goats , and made it look as cheerful and gay as the faces of the children . Hulda's grandmother had sent her a great cake , and when the children had played enough at all the games they could think of , the old gray-headed servants brought it in and set it on the table , together with a great many other nice things such as people eat in Norway - - pasties made of reindeer meat, and castles of the sweet pastry sparkling with sugar ornaments of ships and flowers and crowns , and cranberry pies , and whipped cream as white as the snow outside ; but nothing was admired so much as the great cake , and when the children saw it they set up a shout which woke the two hounds who were sleeping on the hearths , and they began to bark , which roused all the four dogs in the kennels outside who had not been invited to see either the cake or the games , and they barked , too , shaking and shivering with cold , and then a great lump of snow slid down from the roof , and fell with a dull sound like distant thunder on the pavement of the yard . " Hurrah ! " cried the children , " the dogs and the snow are helping us to shout in honor of the cake ." All this time more and more nice things were coming in - -fritters , roasted grouse , frosted apples , and buttered crabs . As the old servants came shivering along the passages , they said , " It is a good thing that children are not late with their suppers ; if the confects had been kept long in the larder they would have frozen on the dishes ." Nobody wished to wait at all ; so , as soon as the supper was ready , they all sat down , more wood was heaped on to the fire , and when the moon shone in at the deep casements , and glittered on the dropping snowflakes outside , it only served to make the children more merry over their supper to think how bright and warm everything was inside . This cake was a real treasure , such as in the days of the fairies , who still lived in certain parts of Norway , was known to be of the kind they loved . A piece of it was always cut and laid outside in the snow , in case they should wish to taste it . Hulda's grandmother had also dropped a ring into this cake before it was put into the oven , and it is well known that whoever gets such a ring in his or her slice of cake has only to wish for something directly , and the fairies are bound to give it , _ if they possibly can _ . There have been cases known when the fairies could not give it , and then , of course , they were not to blame . On this occasion the children said : " Let us all be ready with our wishes , because sometimes people have been known to lose them from being so long making up their minds when the ring has come to them ." " Yes ," cried the eldest boy . " It does not seem fair that only one should wish . I am the eldest . I begin . I shall wish that Twelfth - night would come twice a year . " "They cannot give you that , I am sure , " said Friedrich, his brother , who sat by him . " Then , " said the boy , " I wish father may take me with him the next time he goes out bear-shooting . " ; " I wish for a white kitten with blue eyes , " said a little girl whose name was Therese . " I shall wish to find an amber necklace that does not belong to any one ," said another little girl. " I wish to be a king ," said a boy whose name was Karl . " No , I think I shall wish to be the burgomaster , that I may go on board the ships in the harbor , and make their captains show me what is in them . I shall see how the sailors make their sails go up ." ; "I shall wish to marry Hulda , " said another boy ; " when I am a man I mean . And besides that, I wish I may find a black puppy in my room at home , for I love dogs . "

" But that is not fair , " said the other children . " You must only wish for one thing , as we did ." ; "But I really wish for both , " said the boy . " If you wish for both perhaps you will get neither , " said little Hulda . " Well , then , " answered the boy , " I wish for the puppy . " And so they all went on wishing till at last it came to Hulda's turn . " What do you wish for , my child ? " said her mother .

" Not for anything at all , " she answered, shaking her head . " Oh , but you must wish for something ! " cried all the children. " Yes , " said her mother , " and I am now going to cut the cake. See , Hulda, the knife is going into it . Think of something ."

"Well, then," answered the little girl, "I cannot think of anything else, so I shall wish that you may all have your wishes."

" I cannot think of anything else, so I shall wish that you may all have your wishes." Upon this the knife went crunching down into the cake, the children gave three cheers, and the white waxen tulip bud at the top came tumbling on the table, and while they were all looking it opened its leaves, and out of the middle of it stepped a beautiful little fairy woman, no taller than your finger. She had a white robe on, a little crown on her long yellow hair; there were two wings on her shoulders, just like the downy brown wings of a butterfly, and in her hand she had a little sceptre sparkling with precious stones. "Only one wish," she said, jumping down on to the table, and speaking with the smallest little voice you ever heard. "Your fathers and mothers were always contented if we gave them one wish every year." As she spoke, Hulda's mother gave a slice of cake to each child, and, when Hulda took hers, out dropped the ring, and fell clattering on her platter. "Only one wish," repeated the fairy. And the children were all so much astonished (for even in those days fairies were but rarely seen) that none of them spoke a word, not even in a whisper. "Only one wish. Speak, then, little Hulda, for I am one of that race which delights to give pleasure and to do good.

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