Monday, December 11, 2006

Through a series of unfortunate [car] events, we are now driving a new set of wheels. Quite randomly, if you ask me. But that shouldn't come as a surprise to those who know me well =o) For the full, awesome God-story...check out my husbands MySpace entry 'new car'.

After the whirlwind experience at the Saturn dealership, we ready to leave good ole' Dayton and head towards Cincinnati for the night. One of Phil and my new traditions for Christmas is as follows. We didn't want the whole season to focus on gifts, specifically between the two of us. Going and buying a random shirt for the sake of having another present wrapped under the tree isn't a good use of money. And the rushing around and craziness isn't a good use of energy. Instead of buying gifts for each other, we wanted to invest IN each other. We will still exchange stockings…as there is something that the child in each of us longs to tear into wrapping paper each December...but that is it. Instead, we will take a night, a weekend, whatever works each year, and go way. Just the two of us. Alone. Investing. Focusing on each other and our relationship with the other, and with God.

That is what we did Friday afternoon. Bound for the Gaslight Bed & Breakfast. The last time we had visited was on our honeymoon night, and the innkeepers remembered us. There is something cozy about being familiar, remembered. Scott and Maria are wonderful hosts, and their B&B is amazing. If you ever want to go, let them know Phil and Kristi sent you. We had a relaxing time visiting Jungle Jims, then a brisk stroll to our favorite Italian joint on Ludlow called Baigio's, a quick stroll back, and a game of Scrabble and freshly brewed coffee. At that point Maria wanders on up the stairway to ask us what time we want breakfast served, and raves at how cute we are. Lol

Her breakfasts are to die for. This visit she served us fresh juices, fruits, and cream cheese filled crepes with a cranberry sauce. Delish! And the conversation around the table is always something to look forward to. Scott and Maria also love Jesus, and our fellowship in conversation is sweet as we chatted for almost 2 hours before it was time to pack up. As we wandered down the garden way steps back to our new car, we just stopped and praised God at his bountiful blessings. The big and the small. All special and given freely, no matter how undeserved.

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:16-18

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