Picture A
Picture B
Picture CThere have been lots of pictures taken over this Christmas season and, thus, lots of subjects about which to blog. I will begin with one of the casualties of moving in the dead of winter.
Those of you who attended our wedding might remember that our wedding favour was a bottle of wine made by Fr. G who, along with celebrating our marriage, also kindly cut our wedding costs by providing 120 bottles of fruit of the vine. Dave and I had saved a bottle of white and red with an eye to our tenth anniversary. Up to this point, both bottles had made it through two moves within the big city, one move to small town no.1 and another to very small town no.2. All of these moves had occurred in above zero temperatures. After a week of settling into present small town (where it is far below zero), Dave began rooting through various boxes in the, ahem, unheated garage in order to find some spaghetti sauce. The next morning I found both of our wedding wines uncorked and frozen on the kitchen counter. Yes, wine does freeze and, unfortunately, obeys the law of expansion. We made the best of a bad situation and shared a glass of the white while watching the end of It's a Wonderful Life. Now, the bottle sits poignantly empty.
While I was thinking about this unexpected uncorking of the bottles, my eye was caught by our newest family photo which is positioned next to our wedding picture on the bookshelf in our living room. I couldn't help but juxtapose the two pictures and the empty bottle in my mind. Perhaps the Good Lord knew that such a dramatic change from picture A to picture B in only 5.5 years required a little of Picture C. Merry Christmas.
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