John and I were going to a funeral of someone grandson Nathaniel didn’t know. The service was in Sylva, so we dropped Nathaniel off in the main part of town while we went to it. He likes exploring towns on foot, wandering in any store that strikes his fancy. This is something he has done with his dad, as well as with us. He had seen everything he wanted to see when we picked him up. In one shop he had a nice conversation with a couple of people about an antique coffee grinder. He mentioned several other items as we drove home.
We must have been half way home when Nathaniel remembered seeing a cookie jar he thought we would have liked. When he described it, I almost began to drool. He had no way of knowing that I had been longing for a cookie jar to replace our old chipped one. Did he remember where he saw it? Yes, it was in the consignment shop next to the music store, halfway back on the right. We had gone too far to turn back, and the two fellows were driving to New York the very next day. There was no use being disappointed about something I’d never seen, so I let it go.
The day after John returned from that 1,600-mile drive, he asked, “Would you like to go back to look for the cookie jar?”
If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is!
That’s the story of how the friar came to live at our house. Judging by his expression, I think he likes his new home. If I can keep his tummy filled without lifting the lid to help myself, I’ll have it made.
that is true love
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That’s lovely Anne and your hubby is so thoughtful.
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What a lovely cookie jar – and the story behind it! True love reigns supreme!
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I plan to stir up some cookie dough today, getting ready for husband and grandson to return.
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I heart the Friar! A great fun Anne. 🙂
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Thank you. I’ve made cookie dough, but I’m sitting here reading blogs instead of baking cookies. If I put everything off like that, I’d lose weight.
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Find. Not fun, but fun too.
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I was fine with fun. Find did sound more finished, though.
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What a sweet story (minus the attending of a funeral). Husbands are special creatures!! God gives us each the perfect one we need!
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Even the funeral was sweet. The woman who died was 90 years old. Those who spoke at the funeral were the activities director of her nursing home, a granddaughter, and a daughter. I had never met her, but I felt I’d had a good introduction seeing her through those eyes.
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Great story…now you just need to keep him filled to the brim..:)
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I filled Friar with chocolate cookies — Fudgie Wudgies, or something like that. We shared with the neighbors across the street, ate a few while watching Victoria, and now Friar is a bit thinner. Wish I could share some with you.
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Lol…great choice on filling Friar. Chocolate chip cookies are his favorite.
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I’m so glad you had the inside word. I may have to bake more cookies tomorrow. College grandson seems to thrive on all the foods we have in the house. He is as thin as a rail, so cookies won’t hurt him.
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That cookie jar is adorable but if there is any drooling going on, it’s me for the cookies inside! 🙂
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Do you suppose we need to have a drool pool? Wonder who would win.
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What a fun cookie jar!
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Wow, a lot of mileage on that friar! Hope he’s happy; looks like he is!
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He seems happy, though slightly cracked. Aren’t we all?
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LOL!!
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I am sure the Friar loves his new home…as well as the story of how it came to be. True love indeed.
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