Wet and windy and wonderful

There is something lovely about a day indoors when it is wet and windy - I love it.

I finishd the calendars today - well apart from the slimline for the kitchen - and so they are the photo of the day - just a digi view of the pictue pages all together.

and they are also the focus of my JYC as making them has become a bit of a tradition here for us.

 

 

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I also ought to share a few of the weekly pages as I need to get them all posted before the end of the year or else I will feel I have failed to meet my own self-impossed deadline!

This was week 41

 

and week 42

 

Today I am thankful for

• wet windy days to cozy up indoors
• a special christmas present for my cats and one we allowed Kira to eat as it looked 'safe' and so we have everything crossed she will not react

 

And before my page a day calendar page I have some of the cutest pictures ..... you know you are really tried when THIS happens (and i so remember when the CFH were babies and they would fall asleep anywhere and everywhere - just drop dead to the world)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MYSTERIOUS WAYS
I was sitting in the living room of my parents’ home, sipping eggnog and watching my two kids, ages three and four, play on the floor by the Christmas tree. A perfect Christmas afternoon. But then my husband, Mark, called my name. He looked ill. “What’s wrong, dear?” I asked.

“My wedding ring,” he said, holding up his hand. There was only a faint white line on his finger where the ring had been.

Earlier that morning, Mark had dressed our kids while I packed the car with the gifts and our overnight bags. It was a three-hour drive, and it wasn’t pleasant. Our car was old and the cold temperatures and gusty winds outside overpowered the heater. When we got to my parents’ house, Mark hurried the kids inside to get them warm while I unloaded the gifts. Despite the rough ride, I was in cheery holiday spirits.

Not anymore. Everyone searched the house. We checked Mark’s coat pockets, felt inside the gloves he wore. We looked on the floor and seats in the car. But the ring was gone.

We sat back down in the living room and began opening presents, but I was in no mood. God, I prayed silently, help me to overcome this and enjoy myself.

“Psst,” Mark whispered, “Where’s Mom’s present?”

I glanced at the gifts I’d carried in. “Oh, I must have left it in the trunk!”

I walked out to the car, glad to be alone for a second. I tried not to cry as I popped open the trunk.

Inside was Mom’s gift. But a glint of something on the trunk floor caught my eye.

I had packed the trunk myself. Emptied it myself. Mark hadn’t been in it all day, I was sure of that. But there it was—my husband’s wedding ring.

Lord, You always knows how to get everyone in the Christmas spirit.—TAMI CONNER

And I have to add to this.

Back in 1988 - just two years after we married, Nigel lost his wedding rind. We know where he lost it - in a pub in Poole. We were with friends and the ring was a little loose and he was sat playing with it whilst we chatted. It came off.

They put all the lights on int he pub and we all searched for it. We even went back the next day. It never turned up and we were both sad.

We bought a replacement wedding ring - one that fit better.

Over a year later one of Nigel's staff in Southampton came out of the back paint store and said he had found a wedding ring under one of the shelves. Nigel didn't go out there. The ring fitted perfectly. No-one else had lost a ring and no-one ever claimed it. Funny old world isn't it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

[Barb in AK]

Loved your "sleepy" pictures :-) That's about how I felt at work today! LOL!! I've been staying up too late watching Christmas movies on tv. ;-)
My rings are just a tad loose right now (guess the weather is affecting my fingers). I'm so afraid they will go down the drain when I wash my hands (and I wash them about 75 times a day!!!)