Friday, December 6
The young are so optimistic, and I must be too. Stephen and Anna want to get married. They told us last night, after supper, while we all sat by the fire, enjoying the extra heat of our kerosene fired heater. They sat, holding hands, and told us they know they are meant to be together and that they feel they can be more hopeful about the future and the coming of their baby if they marry very soon.
I can’t believe I had tears in my eyes and I think they may have had them too. But we all laughed and kissed and hugged and said of course they should go ahead if they really want to. We aren’t quite sure how to arrange a wedding in these times, but I said they should come to the pub tomorrow as the Rector is sure to be there and he will know how to proceed.
Then Martin said we should have a toast and found the half full bottle of sloe gin at the back of the sideboard, left over from last Christmas. We all had a very small glass, though Anna only took a small sip, and toasted the health of the happy couple.
A wedding and a baby, are signs of hope, surely. And everyone deserves to have a happy, memorable wedding, so we must all do our best to make sure it is a day to remember, whenever it is. First Christmas, then a wedding, that must be something to celebrate.
I dug over the hen run again today and the hens were frantic for the worms, standing on my fork as I turned over the soil. But there were only two eggs.