Merry Christmas from the Alsums.
I’m going to keep this one as simple as I can.
We spent Christmas eve with Daddy Alsum’s family. He smoked a whole salmon which he then presented on crackers along with neufchâtel cheese. I’ll be using our leftovers to make a smoked salmon chowder, so keep an eye out for that one.
On Christmas day, Daddy Alsum and I worked on some necessary organization, while Lark and Hart were napping. With Baby Alsum coming in March, we need to cut through all the overwhelming stuff and get the house ready… enough.
In clearing through things, we found my dictaphone. I had used it for a university project back in 2009 and decided that it would be nice to listen to my Grandad telling the story of how he met my Grandma, and what he remembers about his wedding day. (I’ll transcribe the text on another post for your enjoyment and interest.)
Listening to a man talk about his love, knowing how much he cared for his wife and hearing his voice break as he looked back at the very beginning of their relationship together, put me in mind of the future that James and I are heading towards. It isn’t about focusing on the hard times, but instead to fix our eyes on the hopeful future yet to come.
We just hope that we can find wisdom for making the right choices as we are moving forward into the new year.
From mine to yours,
My son, eat honey, for it is good,
Yes, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;
Know that wisdom is thus for your soul; If you find it, then there will be a future, and your hope will not be cut off.
Proverbs 24:13-14 NASB