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Showing posts with label gifts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gifts. Show all posts

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Later

We're busy. The siren call of the road has its hold upon us.

I mean - I must shop for the wife. Sigh...as she tags along. Reckon she doesn't trust me?

Oh, forgot. She asked what I'd like for Christmas. I said, "Anything firearms related."

Hint, hint.

Stephen

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Hug from Canada

Late yesterday afternoon I parked and walked out to my mailbox. My arms were full. I had my leather bag slung over a shoulder, my hands held a plastic bag filled with our Chinese dinner, and in my other a seven inch thick tax file. When I opened the mailbox there was the usual fliers and letters and a box. The top of the box was covered in Canadian stamps; many stamps. Inside the house I dumped the pile on my kitchen counter, with a smile.

The package was from my friends, kymber and Jamie. My family had just received a hug from Framboise Manor.

I'll let the pictures tell the story.


Above, Framboise Manor.


Above, my new antique lures from Jamie. Notice the large one top right...it's a Pumkinseed from the old Heddon company, circa late 50's - early 60's. My smile was a mile wide...thanks again, Jamie. Inside the card addressed to Sweet Wife was a little packet of seeds, Rose of Sharon. The seeds had been saved over many years by kymber. kymber sent them for Sweet Wife. Their flowers will grace our yard this summer. Sweet Wife smiled with joy. She said, "You have such nice friends."


Little Bit opened her gift from kymber this morning....a little Hello Kitty tin filled with cute little girl hair-clips and a ring. I asked her to smile but she refused. She's hiding her newly formed front teeth. 

Here she selects just the right clip for her hair. 

Little Bit's new ring. She said, "It's so pretty, Papa. Tell kymber I'll wear it to school." She did, kymber.

The hair-clips...it took her five minutes or so to select just the right one. She then took a slim strand of hair and placed it just so. As she stepped from the truck for school she turned and said, "Kymber's sweet, Papa. Tell her I love her."

I promised I would...and, kymber, you are sweet. Thank you.



Stephen