Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Love is...

I am tired. Very tired. It is proving to be a long haul to the Christmas holidays.

Thus was I a weary, fed-up traveller when I arrived home this evening. All I wanted to do, all I was capable of doing, was having a shower, getting changed and drinking a mug of tea. And even then I wasn't sure about my ability to stay awake long enough to do that.

And then...

Andy, my lovely, kind, sweet and adorable husband, presented me a gingerbread house! Yes, he made it himself. Today. With his own masterchef hands.
Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it great? Isn't it just a piece of pure Christmas magic?
I sat and stared at it. I nibbled on a piece of gingerbread wall. I marvelled at its little melted sweet windows, and its tree, and its almond-tiled roof.

I thought, 'Love is when a little thing lifts up a weary soul.'

I thought, ' Love is an unexpected moment of childish happiness.'

I thought, 'Love is...a gingerbread house!'


doodles n daydreams said...

Just lovely, what a lovely thing to do. Merry Christmas Denise and Andy. (Oops I've used lovely twice in one sentence, I'm tired too!)

Denise said...

Thank you Diana, and blessings to you and yours this Christmas time, too!
(You are allowed to use 'lovely' twice - in fact, I think the world would be a better place if 'lovely' was the word of the day!)