Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Love, Actually

It has been quiet here. In part due to 5 full days with my husband actually home. That kind of time cannot be squandered. But it was also due to a heart that has been up and down. Filled with happiness and contentment one moment, and bits of sadness the next. Excitement and hope filling my thoughts until uncertainty comes in to replace it. I'm feeling a little bit scattered, and that's okay. Aren't we all just working it out?


Our Thanksgiving meal was small by our standards. For  dinner it was the five of us, our dear friend (she's also an amazing pastor), and two Chinese university students. We joke that it isn't a holiday in our home unless there is someone from a different country of origin in our home. 





(This is a picture of our lovely herb rubbed turkey. I had never made a whole turkey before - either we did a ham, a turkey breast, fried it, or someone else did the bird - so I was quite proud!)




By the end of the evening, two other friends had come over and my sister. It was a good day full of conversation and great food.



On Friday night, we somehow managed to get the kids to bed and were able to watch one of my favorite movies, Love Actually (am I the only one who desperately wants to place a comma between Love and Actually?). I feel very attached to this movie. It came out the month that we got married, and since we lived in London the first six months of our marriage, it feels like home. 

The opening monologue is one of my favorites. The music playing, the images of friends, family, and lovers reuniting....all of it is so familiar. I have walked through the arrivals gate at Heathrow over and over, and I have to admit I miss it. The expectation. The excitement. The joy. It's good stuff, folks.

So if you haven't heard these words before, read them with a British accent a la Hugh Grant:

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspicion...love actually is all around.

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091 - An abundance of food
092 - An abundance of conversation
093 - An abundance of love
094 - An abundance of laughter
095 - An abundance of time

096 - An extremely long weekend with the whole family
097 - Daydreaming
098 - Staying up late watching movies and Sherlock
099 - Having a morning to myself to clean in peace
100 - Some quiet moments to catch up



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