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SO, last week I prayed for crumbs.  Seriously.  I was feeling low, missing the ease of Winnipeg, my friends and family there and my past easy life.  My feelings of homesickness and lack of obvious “reason” to be on the north Shore (I mean besides the ocean and the mountains and the great espresso and lovely friends….) was making me doubt the “rightness” of our decision to move again.  I wanted God to somehow let me know that we are somehow on the right track.  I was thinking, “I don’t need a lightening bolt or stones to cry out or anything, I just need alittle crumb of proof that we are in the right spot.  Like a mama bird gives a litte speck of food to her baby, I want a little crumb of “knowing”; of delighting in our journey; of sustenance.

And then. A crumb arrived.

Now please realize-  this was not a big event or revelation.  It WAS a crumb after all.  But this past weekend, My hubby, my kids, my visiting mother, my live-in nephew and my island living nephew all went out to a Vietnamese restaurant in chinatown to celebrate mine and Dave’s wedding anniversary, which was two months ago.  Random, I know, but the crumb worthy part came after supper while we were walking to the car.  I was bringing up the rear, as always, watching as my children and nephews played and laughed, the littlest getting tossed onto the tallest’s shoulders.  My mother was chatting with my hubby.  And I was left feeling the lovely crumb on my tongue.

Enjoy some of our Halloween pics….

E, the vampiress

My nephew Kyle, being the BP oil spin. Bet that one was a hit with the ladies!

With our North Van family, the Koops.

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