This is the last of the three quotes I wanted to share.  I have had them highlighted for a while now and tucked away , awaiting the perfect way and time to display them. Then I found a couple of ideas online and while I liked the quotes, the colours were not to my liking.  I decided to make my own printables, for My Valentine, The Husband....whom I have come to adore over the last  ten years, each day more than the day before. Our recent shared grief  has caused us to be bonded stronger than ever.

What are printables?? You can click on the image below that you like  and then download,  then  you can print them on card stock to give to your favourite valentine as a card, or print on paper and frame to give to your valentine.

“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

Click on any of these options below to go to an image you can download and print:

Click on the link to go to each of my printables:
*Jane Austen: "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you".
*Emily Brontë: “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
*Edgar Allan Poe: “We loved with a love that was more than love.”

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I have three printables that I have made for my valentine, that I want to share with you. This is the second printable I have shared, for the first Jane Austen printable quote, go here.

What are printables?? You can click on the image below that you like  and then download,  then  you can print them on cardstock to give to your favourite valentine as a card, or print on paper and frame to give to your valentine.  You may have to play with your printer settings a little to get size and colour right for your frame.

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë

Click on any of these options below to go to an image you can download and print:

Click on the link to go to each of my printables:
*Jane Austen: "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you".
*Emily Brontë: “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
*Edgar Allan Poe: “We loved with a love that was more than love.”

Enjoy!!

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...how much I LOVE framed quotes! I think they are incredibly sweet and perfect. I have had them highlighted for a while now and tucked away , awaiting the perfect way and time to display them. Then I found a couple of ideas online and while I liked the quotes, the colours were not to my liking.  I decided to make my own printables, for My Valentine, The Husband....whom I have come to adore over the last  ten years, each day more than the day before. Our recent shared grief  has caused us to be bonded stronger than ever.

The Husband and I both enjoy literature, and to read- so I thought it extremely fitting to give. The quotes I chose are the ones that I love the best, and the ones that I honestly feel. You might have others, but I decided to share these ones with you in case you would like to use them.

I have these three printables that I have made for my valentine, that I want to share with you as well. What are printables?? You can click on the image below that you like  and then download,  then  you can print them on card stock to give to your favourite valentine as a card, or print on paper and frame to give to your valentine.

I will post the other two printables over the next bit, you are welcome to print as you would like, if you do find clever uses, that I have not thought of- please do share your ideas with me.

I have other valentine ideas that I will be sharing as well, forget the need to feel pressured into buying expensive items for your valentine, try and make something you know he or she will love. Putting time and work into your gift will surely please. Below I have four options of this same quote, that way you can select which look you like best, choosing your favourite coloured one and with or without texture.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
— Jane Austen (Pride And Prejudice)

This first pintable below is a romantic quote from the Jane Austen book Pride and Prejudice. Mr. Darcy is the classic heart throb, so print these for your very own Mr. Darcy. You may have to play with your printer settings a little to get size and colour right for your frame. I chose to print mine on matte photo paper, and my printer had a setting specifically for that. I also chose to increase the size of the image by selecting the 'border-less' option. You may have to work with it a bit, as I don't know what your options are. I also chose these floating frames because I love how forgiving they are while having that matted feel.

Click on any of these options below to go to an image you can download and print:

Click on the link to go to each of my printables:
*Jane Austen: "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you".
*Emily Brontë: “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
*Edgar Allan Poe: “We loved with a love that was more than love.” 

Do you have a favourite book quote for your valentine?? Share it with me.

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I have never been a fan of wearing this type of thing, it just never seemed to fit. Now I knew things had changed. I looked at different items on Etsy and narrowed it down to two. So I got them both, that is how I roll. I didn't want to leave the house until they came....it was a good thing they shipped really fast and now I can breathe more comfortably.

This one arrived first,a necklace I ended up getting it from SilverLime, I love it. This is just for Shiloh, just because. The number 12.1.12 is the 12th of January 2012-- it is the European order for the date, smallest to biggest, it makes more sense to me.

I had to wait a little longer to get what I was most excited about, a set of  three rings from tinahdee an Etsy seller. She did not disappoint, these rings are even more beautiful and perfect than I had expected. I was a little worried about the fit, as I have a super small size and ring people always look at me like I am nuts when I tell them I wear a 4.5 but she didn't and when they arrived I slipped the rings right on and haven't taken them off since (well, maybe except for taking these pictures).

I wanted something that reminded me of Shiloh, as well as reminding me that I still have two little boys to love on. The boys thought that was a good idea too.

Honestly at this point I wouldn't want to leave the house without either. I am feeling much better than in the first days, still that aching is there- and these remind me that it isn't because I am just odd, but that someone is really missing from me here on earth. This mommy jewellery is my security blanket, and I am okay with that.

If you haven't read the story our our little Shiloh, read here.

I have been playing this one over and over....so I will leave you to it.

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Today I looked at pictures that were left on my camera from right before we found out about Shiloh's death, my swollen baby filled belly, when I when I was clueless of  the future--it makes me feel as if I do not recognise that girl. It is me, and I seem the same to most people, maybe a little sadder- but I feel so different that I don't even look like the same person to myself. It is weird. I know that most of it is that I know how full of hope I was, and now. I can see the image of this scenario painted as a picture in my head, a huge fist barreling into me,from the front and along with the air from my lungs when the contact is made, from inside me are evaporating these painted words:a dream,a hope,a future.  When they are released from my body they meet the air and mist to nothing. In myself, in my flesh that is how I feel. Empty. As if I have a loss nothing can fill.  I know it is a lie, one that I see now how easy it would be to believe.

I see how easy it would be to be angry at God, but if all is His already than the blessings I have, that He has allowed me to keep are just as much of a lesson as those He has not allowed me to hold close. Some were a glimpse of what is to come, of a world of promise beyond this world.  It also makes me think that we have coined the word blessings as something that feels good- and that it isn't the case at all. Blessings sometimes hurt, they are painful, they can be happy or pleasant as well- but hey are always for our good. Always. So if everything is God's I should be thankful for what He lets me keep, and not bitter, but thankful for  what He asks of me. I know that in my head, I am still working on my heart. My heart is truly a fickle creature.

“When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.”
― C.S. Lewis

I don't want to hear that, that there is a substitute for loss, or a blessing that will come in place of Shiloh. I don't want to come to the realisation that growth in character, feeling for others, and understanding could be the blessing that I will keep from this. In the first days it felt like nothing would be worth the loss, yet I have realised that because of this pain I now know what real pain feels like, it was like part of me was missing, the part that had blessings stored in heaven, the part that would sit with a friend knowing that I did not understand but I knew what loss felt like. It is a horrid feeling, misery, a dead end, hopeless, devastation, it actually literally hurts in your chest, like a pressure or that you can't get enough air- it feels like you have more of a gravitational pull (therefore a heavier weight on your whole body) than you should.  I am now scared or marked.

With that scar I can lift my head high, I can use it- or I can live under it, a life that is marked by what has been done to me and be a victim of circumstance. Jesus was marked too, but His marks made Him no victim, they made Him rise to victory. I am not Jesus, but the more I get to know Him, the more I want to be like Him.

“We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

In the last couple weeks after our loss I immediately jumped to, "lets get another dog", "maybe a canary that sings would make me happy", " honey bees-now!", "what new hobby can I find?"--I would like to say that I am kidding, but it is true. I am trying to find hope in my future again, which is completely okay, but yesterday I realised that was not all I was doing. I was filling my wound with temporary happiness or distraction. A hole was certainly left from all that Shiloh was to me, and I  immediately tried to fill it with something other than God. It is true I prefer almost filler to filling my emptiness with Him, but it is also true that it is only He who will meet me right here and right now- and give me something that is not a filling, but what was meant for me.

“Let me implore the reader to try to believe, if only for a moment, that God, who made these deserving people, may really be right when He thinks that their modest prosperity and the happiness of their children are not enough to make them blessed: that all this must fall from them in the end, and if they have not learned to know Him they will be wretched. And therefore He troubles them, warning them in advance of an insufficiency that one day they will have to discover. The life to themselves and their families stands between them and the recognition of their need; He makes that life less sweet to them.

If God were proud He would hardly have us on such terms: but He is not proud, He stoops to conquer, He will have us even though we have shown that we prefer everything else to Him, and come to Him because there is 'nothing better' now to be had.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain

A friend just shared this with me, I had never heard it before, and it is very perfect for me right now:

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