that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.




Fourth Sunday of Advent.

The fourth candle symbolizes love.

This is so great. Today is the very first time in my 20 odd years that it has just been my mom and I alone doing the Christmas baking. Quite entertaining, I’ve so far made two close calls: nanaimo bars and eat more bars that “don’t look quite right.” Either way, I’ve stolen away from the fiesta while mom is brushing up on her chocolate tempering to talk to you about love.

Someone I used to be close to once said to me “you don’t know anything about love” when we were 14 and my other close friend had just broken up with her. Needless to say, I couldn’t console her worth the change in my wallet.

As I’ve gotten older I’ve learnt more about love… how to do it more often, how to wait for it to be real, how it can hurt…but the coolest thing I’ve learnt about love are the different types of it. I am watching my Mom today and how she’s carefully telling me what to do and why while I make chocolate turtles for the first time, and I am just overwhelmed by how much I love her. Then watching my Dad take about an hour to wrap one package for Smithers, making all the corners line up and tight, taping every loose piece, and while this tedium and meticulous motion bores me to tears, I have to laugh at how much I love my Dad for his attention to detail and perfectionist way of doing things. I don’t know how he could ever be any different.

I love my siblings, each in their quirky and interesting way, I love my brother-in-law for being quirky and interesting in an often ridiculous way, my closest friends and my oldest friends, my extended family, my cutest roommates, my coworkers, my job, my second chance at life, and the brilliance of wintertime. I don’t love not being in love but I think that time will come soon enough.

Although, today I remember the love that I want to scream off the roof tops and whisper into everyone’s ear, it’s the love for my Saviour, the one that if all those other loves in my life fade away, He will remain and that is and forever will be enough. I am so so so excited today, not just to bake with my mom or make fun of my dad, but I am in anticipation, filled with hope, peace, joy and love waiting for Jesus to come.

I am the child of a Saviour; the daughter of a KING. And if that’s not enough to be proud of, to love, then I don’t know what else there is? Princess Kate. I like the sound of that. I am celebrating the glorious birth of the love of my life. I am so excited!

The timer went off though, I don’t want to burn His sugar cookies!


grace and peace,

your Kate