Last weekend, on Sunday - December 1st, my awesome husbands sister dropped by in order to bring the second ring for the wedding. Oh! The whole ring story is quite a huge one, but in a nutshell we picked the most adorable rings ever! Which incorporated both my wishes and my husbands ;) We choose, measured and placed the order yet when the rings came they were not of the right size (Oh! The horror! The pain! The suffering!) so we had to return Marek's in order to get it reshaped.
|I think you already know this place ;)|
|Me and my pretty unicorn :)|
|Beloved Polish Painter: Jan Matejko - has a new statue :)|
― Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
|Do you see the lady on the corner? The statue?|
|I really enjoy this picture of my husband with his sister :)|
|Who wants some mulled wine?!|
|Or maybe some candies? :)|
“As good as gold,” said Bob, “and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.”
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
A man is at his finest towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be when the Christmas season's here;
Then he's thinking more of others than he's thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him he comes close to the sublime.”
― Edgar A. Guest
I want my childhood back.
Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of or hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.”
― Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten
― Charles Dickens, The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain
The Christmas Lover LadyBug