So, if you are reading this, you have survived Friday the 13th … and if you are aged (like me) you didn’t even realize it until you awoke today!
December 13, 1988 was not a Friday, or a Saturday … it was a Tuesday. On that night, twenty-five years ago, I went on a first date with the man who is now better known as, the hubby. Twenty-five years ago …
I liked the gentlemanly things he did, like opening doors for me.
I liked the way he treated people, like they mattered.
I liked the sparkle in his eyes, like the light inside them was, itself, a living entity.
Our eyes are important! Some have said that they are the door, or gateway to the soul. This week, it was the post The Gateway to the Soul
which was the most viewed.
Also this week :
In the Mood for a Celebration
(our human Christmas parties mirror those of the first Christmas)
The First Family
(the unexpected first family of Christmas)
Turn Your Eyes
(the intimacy of eye contact)
Saint Nicholas
(the man behind the beard)
Blessings to you this day,
Carole
itsawonderfilledlife 