Happiness Begins with H

Things that make me happy:

Husband

Hearth – we have six open fireplaces and regularly use two. Nothing quite like hearing the logs crackle or watching the embers flicker.

Home – the first time I saw the pictures of this house I fell in love, but I didn’t think we could afford it. A few months later and I saw it again, only this time the price had dropped significantly… Two years later here we are in our wonderful, rambling Victorian villa. It needs plenty of TLC (e.g. the new roof we paid out for in the summer – ouch) but meantime we get to live in a storybook house!

Hugs from Chip

Having deep conversations about radio station frequencies with my dear Prince (and yes, he’s memorised them all).

Humour with Fluff – we share quite a dry sense of the ridiculous heehee

my Heavenly Father (couldn’t not mention Him)

and:

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Clearly my drawing leaves a lot to be desired but, God knows, from the moment I heave my bulk on dear old Balthazar’s back to the time I go to bed the same day, I wear a grin from ear to ear. And I’m so thankful for the opportunity to… I’m not sure how to say it… I’m thankful that I’m getting to be a kid again in a way that I never could in years gone by. It’s great!

H is for healing. Hurrah!

Also beginning with H: HAPPY NEW YEAR

 

 

Conversations with Chip: Zombies, Spaceships and Doing the Conga

“I had a funny dream last night, Mummy,” Chip said as we made our way to school.

“Oh yes?” I replied.

“Yes. I dreamed that giant zombies came and destroyed Sir William Walters School!”

“Oh dear!” I said and, knowing the way my daughter’s mind works, added, “Was it a nightmare?”

“Not really. I dreamt that I got married to Duncan… Ugh!” She paused, clearly momentarily stunned by the revoltingness of the notion.

“So the giant zombies came and destroyed the school and you got married to Duncan…?”

“Yes. Ugh!” She shuddered again. “But it was ok because we had magic rings and we used our wedding rings to kill the zombies and restore the school! Hooray!”

We smiled at each other. “Well that sounds like it could have been a bad dream but wasn’t in the end.” I said.

“No, it wasn’t a bad dream in the end.” She smiled.

“I had a funny dream too, last night.” I said. “I dreamt I went in a spaceship to Beijing. It was great!”

“Beijing? In China?”

“Yes. But it wasn’t really… and the night before I dreamt I was in a Catholic church lining up to get communion and we were all doing the conga.”

Chip laughed. “Doing the conga?”

“Yes! And in the dream it didn’t seem weird at all. It just seemed like we were all happy and loving God.”

“Well, then, I suppose if it was real God wouldn’t mind as long as everyone was happy.”

“No, Chip, I don’t suppose He would.”

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N.B. I take no responsibility for the state of my head, or that of my child. We both know our minds work a teensy bit differently from the norm but, hey! That’s how God made us. For any and all comments or complaints please consult the Manufacturer. We’re happy enough; we have the Manufacturer’s Guarantee 😉

Happy Families

I used to love the game Happy Families as a child. Do you know it? It’s a card game where you have to collect all the different members of the ‘family’ and the one with the most complete families wins. You can collect the Butcher family, the Grocer family, the Baker family, etc. I used to love all the different characters and imagining them living their untroubled lives happily baking or grocering or – er – butchering.

Anyway, I don’t know why I was reminded of that while looking at the tents pitched around the field, but I suppose it’s because everyone is relaxed and happy and all the children, even if they’ve only met this morning, are playing together as if they’ve known one another their whole lives.

Did I mention we’re camping? This is kind of our ‘thing’. It’s a relatively cheap way to explore the countryside and to spend quality time together as a family. We arrived on Monday. You know you’re in the 21st century when you can blog from the middle of a field. I’ve spent the past few days rather poorly, with concurrent bouts of cystitis and a cold. I’ve either been running to the loo or blowing my runny nose. Too much running for my liking. I’ve also been sleeping during the day, which I only do if I’m unwell, so Frank’s been lumbered with the childcare and the cooking and all the campingy things. I prayed this morning that God would help me to be a better wife and a better mummy, and now I’m feeling a bit brighter, which is a prayer answered. So I thought I’d share with you a picture of the glorious view from the tent. It’s quite marvellous.

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There’s a Spirit in the Air

There’s a spirit in the air

Telling Christians everywhere

Praise the love that Christ revealed

Living, working in our world…

When believers break the bread

When a hungry child is fed:

Praise the love that Christ revealed

Living, working in our world.

~ from ‘There’s a Spirit in the Air’ by Brian Wren, a lovely hymn I grew up singing. I am deliberately recalling good memories as EMDR leaves one bombarded with memories for days (weeks, even) after a session, and they’re often the ugliest kind :-/

Anyway, there are only a handful of videos of this joyful song on youtube. Despite its being embedded in my subconscious it’s obviously not as well-known as I’d thought, so I share it now for you to enjoy 😀