1892. Ken and Mary Giles, a beautiful radiant couple, a literal picture of Christ and His bride, married just shy of 30 years, he still calls her my love and looks at her in a singular way reserved for no one else. and mary, sweet, gentle and compassionate mary, her fingers and eyes drip with grace and beauty, kindness and gentleness, a quiet humility. they opened their home to us, a home with parts built with their own hands. they poured wine and pulled potatoes and courgettes out of their flourishing garden, ken picked up some fresh beef at the market and busied themselves with serving us and grafting us into their home. i was so thankful to have witnessed/experience hospitality in this way, as well as a solid picture of a harvested marriage.
1893. wonderful double date with mom and dad english, attended a posh concert at the Sheldonian Theatre where we listened to the dramatic moving overtures of Hayden, who had himself once stood there where the musicians stood. the music was glorious and epic, i enjoyed it very much. we also took mom and dad to our favorite pub, turf tavern and i knew it would be the last time we got to eat there so that was also a gift.
1894. getting rid of most of our furniture and beds feels so good to have part of that moving done with. only 5 days left.
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