But I'm a Black Angel

Happy Thanksgiving!
I can't believe how quickly everything comes and goes. Mom, dad and Layne were here this last week, and I actually never thought the week of their arrival would come. But now they have come and gone! Now the date of my departure is quickly approaching. I don't know how I feel about this, but it will be here before I decided how I feel about it. 


Life. Is. AMAZING.
Mom, dad, and Layne have been in London for the past week visiting me, and it has been so much fun. When dad first got here it was so cute. He was so thrilled to be back in the place that he loves and holds so near and dear to his heart. Dad was like a little kid in Disneyland and poor Layne held the role of the exhausted parent wondering around with the inexhaustible child (aka- dad). 
Overall, I think they had a good time in London, and I was more than happy that I could show everyone the places that I love so much. It was a rough beginning (mom's purse), a rough middle (tire/getting lost/nasty B&B) , and a rough end (getting lost & car breaking), but it definitely was worth it all. We certainly made memories. It most certainly had great fillers amongst all the chaos. I can't recap all of it, and dad has most of the pictures on his camera. But I will do a quick recap of the adventures of the Wixom's in England.


London: Me not getting to the right terminal to pick them up from the airport. Mom losing purse. Portabello Road. GAIL'S BAKERY. Hyde Park- Winter Wonderland. Life of Christ Tour- National Gallery. St. Martins-in-the-fields evensong. Westminster Abbey Organ Concert. Cafe Diana. Mrs. Dalloway Walk. Buckingham Palace. Hatchard's Book Shoppe. Lillywhites. Oxford/Regent Street. Southbank Centre Christmas Shoppes. Wagamamas.  Covent Garden. LUSH. 39 Steps. 


Cornwall: Renting car. GPS not working. Getting lost in Winchester. Nasty B&B (family: think Asian B&B in Vancouver and you will understand). Winchester Cathedral. Jane Austen burial place. Jane Austen home: Chawton. Getting lost, again. Flat Tire (5 hours). Getting lost on our way to Plymouth. Getting lost in Plymouth. An AMAZING dinner at Tanner's (butternut squash risotto with roasted pumpkin seeds). Getting lost in Cornwall trying to find our B&B. Penrose Bed & Breakfast (which is the CUTEST B&B on the earth. I am not engaging in hyperbole here. Really, I would go back there in a heartbeat.). Exploring fishing towns along the coast- Looe. Getting lost in fishing towns. The Globe Pub (layne's first pub-dining experience). The car breaking down-all the way to East Grinstead. London Temple. Meeting Elder McCellen (who has further inspired me to become a nurse). Driving to the train station, where the car officially died. Said good-byes (/ I will see you in a week). 

Did I mention it snowed, and that it was the coldest I have ever been, in my WHOLE life? Really. 

Today I went to church and spoke. I think the talk went well. It was definitely the longest I have ever spoken, which was most surely unintentional. In Primary the kids were starting to learn their Christmas songs because we finished the primary programme! I haven't really talked much about these kids, but they are all so very smart. They are always asking questions, mostly why questions. Today we were singing Angels We Have Heard On High and one of the kids, Bertrand, is his cute little English accent asked about mangers. We then had a discussion, for roughly 10 minutes about how hay doesn't smell bad. He couldn't understand why Jesus would want to be born in a smelly place. We then started singing again and Bertrand yelled "I'm not a white angel, I'm a Black angel". Then his brother said, "no, we're African angels". Becca (who plays the piano) and I looked at each other and started dying laughing. The whole conversation was hilarious, and then their accent's just made it the most precious, hilarious primary moment. 

I do believe children are growing on me. Or maybe it's just these kids. All I know is I am going to miss the London North Ward and these primary kids very much.