Hello all, Nomes again since Joey is still unwell, though
he’s now at home which means as well as me having Christmas dinner with
Darren’s family on Christmas day, I also got to have another Christmas
dinner yesterday with my family. That’s
a win!
My fiancé and I have a tradition of going to the midnight
service on Christmas eve and walking back to his house along the canal. Two
years ago we went from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend on that walk, and
this year Darren planned on proposing to me on our anniversary. Then one day in
about October I said that I didn’t fancy continuing the tradition since it
meant I didn’t get much sleep before having to prepare Christmas dinner, and
Darren’s proposal plan was scuppered.
Instead he proposed in November in the Lake District on the
most amazing and romantic weekend of my life. When he told me about his
original plan to propose on the walk back from church I was very happy indeed
that I got the romantic getaway complete with afternoon tea, live jazz and
sledging instead. But now I realise that if I hadn’t made that one off-hand
comment, I still wouldn’t be engaged. The night he was supposed to propose,
according to his original plan, he drove me back from the hospital and I cried
all the way, so shocked and upset that my brother was ill and going to wake up
Christmas morning in hospital. Instead of going to church that night he made me
a light supper and a hot toddy and tucked me into bed.
I like to think that God, knowing that Joey would be in
hospital Christmas day, and knowing my tendency to be easily overwhelmed,
prompted me to make that comment so that when I needed Darren most, I would
already have the security of knowing that 2017 promises hope.
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