Our Little *SECRET* Up On the Hill

~Where we'll walk every step of *forever*, together.

To His Glory.

fredag 24. september 2010

I did it =)

I packed three suitcases
full of all my stuff
(well, a tenth or so of my original pile of stuff,
but my Piglet&I managed to shrink it!)
For the first time in 10 months "packing my suitcases" is not
on my to-do-list.
And now I'm all done.
Leaving my parents' home Sunday night,
staying with friends 8 hours away the last few days
before leaving,
STILL WAITING for a call, for the visa to get ready
In less than two weeks (God willing) I'll say yes again, to my Ben,
368 days after my first yes.
I can't wait to walk every step of the way with him,
share all joy, share all sorrow.
The Lord is so *so* good.
I love Him so.
åslaug abigail

torsdag 9. september 2010

Of Cake and Lovebirds...

Just a teeny weeny update here to tell you all that:
* big fat letter arrived
* all required documents are obtained
* and sent.
*we're now waiting for an interview date,
and I'm leaving by train on Monday to go to the capital.
When I come home, I'll be waving that visa in my hand
for real.
(though, I have no idea WHEN I'll be back..)
"My heart rejoices in the LORD;
in the LORD my horn[strength] is lifted high.
My mouth boasts over my enemies[not the Embassy],
for I delight in your deliverance."
1. Sam 2:1
* Cutting the cake at our engagement party...
I love this picture =)The on-lookers...
don't you just LOVE on-lookers??Smiling at the camera
We sure CUT that cake, didn't we??


åslaug abigail

onsdag 8. september 2010

My brother...

* *
..recently moved to Finland.
Before he moved there, we spent precious days together here.
We talked, he talked.
I made him breakfast, every morning, supper everynight.
He even had cookies and cake every night with his coffee after supper.
My brother, being the oldest, calls himself the First Child,
he insists ((lovingly)) that I (the oldest daughter) is "second-rate" =)
My brother, has a sweet side, which he's not able to hide, even when he tries to act snobbish...
He really likes my husband-to-be.
Which means a lot to me.
He sends me nice cards where he writes about how I (in the process of becoming a farmer's wife)chose the dung fork over a diamond ring, and a barn over a castle.
He consequently addresses me as "Mrs. my-new-last-name" in those cards
(which I love too).
My brother is that tall, serious looking, handsome guy on the couch there, in between my granny and my cousin.
Sometimes he's not serious at all.
My brother and I were... um... like cats and dogs when we we're younger.
We would quarrel about who was to clean the bathroom (we both WANTED to),
we'd have competitions who could wrap a packed lunch the best
.... but we don't do those kind of things anymore.
He sent me flowers for my birthday...


I love my brother.


åslaug abigail