Boxing Day

I'm writing with a furr ball on my lap :o) I'm so happy that she's a cuddles mood. I'm cold and need the warmth! So, I'm back in Paris for 2 weeks, and am loving it, though it's taking a bit of getting used to the less frantic lifestyle. I slept a whole 14 hours when I got here, probably catching up from having no more than 7 per night for the past 3 weeks. So that was good. On Saturday, I took it easy and left plenty of time to get to the airport, since first of all, last time, I missed my flight and second of all, there was fog and a lot of craziness on all travelling methods or so the news told me. I left at 10am giving me 4 hours before check in even opened, for a 2 hour journey to Prestwick... So I got there well early, though not quite early enough to see my friend Jonah off to Sweden (his plane left 4 hours before mine, so I guess that was a good thing, or his plane would have been one of the delayed ones). I just chilled for a while, which was actually quite nice! When check in opened I went to queue and almost immediately got a phone call from my friend Flo. All she said was "I think I'm behind you in the queue" so I turned round, and sure enough, there she was! She's a friend from my church in Paris and has lived in Edinburgh for 5 years now. So we ended up travelling together. I almost regretted it when she said she got air sick last time she flied, but it was all good. I can't deal with people being sick. That is the one thing my husband will have to do for me when our kids throw up. Can't do it. Anyway, back from that tangent. The whole family met me at the airport, Flo caught a coach into Paris, and we drove to the lovely town, sorry, "town" that we call home, Verneuil. Nathan was feeling very ill, had his covers with him and a bowl to be sick in. So all I could do was pray that he wouldn't be sick in the car. I did. God answered my prayer, we got home and within about 5 minutes, Nathan was sick, but no where near me. Thank the Lord!!! Sorry if this is not the nicest of all stories I have ever told!! Since then, I have celebrated Christmas in a multitude of ways and on many occasions, been to church twice, enjoyed some family in-jokes, slept lots, read some, listened to some good music, sang along to Nathan playing the guitar, cut Joseph's hair (note to self: never do that again), played with Manuela, eaten some nice food, reflected on coming back to Paris, laughed lots, prayed some and walked in the cold. And other stuff. It's nice to be home you know. But I really miss Edinburgh when I'm here, the people there and my church in particular. But it really feels like a rest here. Sometimes like a forced rest, like when I just want to meet up with people and go out and do something but everybody's away or doing stuff, so instead I'm picking up one of the many books I want to read and chill with God. You know, sometimes that can be really difficult to do. But always worth it! Merry Christmas!