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After the harvest-time visit, we started planning to spend Thanksgiving together. But weather and the ongoing harvest prevented that.
And so we planned a meeting halfway in mid-December. But other circumstances prevented that.
And time marched on. We talked of his coming to my parents' for Christmas. And then we talked of my going to his parents' for Christmas. And eventually we talked of doing both!
It was only six weeks between riding the combine together and when Jim arrived the night of my church's Christmas pageant, but it felt like an eternity.
1 comment:
six weeks is a long time, i'll give you that! ;)
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