My husband has woven a story for me because he has lessons to teach me.
In an earlier post I mentioned the shiny penny with a Welsh harp on it, and the clock, and crows and the card with a verse on it. That evening I had also had a deep sense of his presence (when I went to the loo - ever dignified!) which is very hard to describe: I didn't feel an emotion, or think a thought, I just seemed to be in a state of what I can only describe as calm, relaxed mindfulness, and this seemed to make me aware and make me able to accept what was happening. I have a tendency to overthink things, so this quiet mental state is unusual, but that's what it was like.
Also, everything that I was doing was based on my deep instincts. This is also unusual for me because I doubt myself so much, but my husband has taught me to be more trusting, and enabled me to be less self-doubting; it's because he loved me that I could learn.
This second evening I decided I needed something to put the penny in. After a fruitless online search I remembered that I had a locket given to me by an aunt 12 years ago which I've never worn. I went to find it, and guess what, it's round, and my penny fitted exactly into it. It has a complex Celtic cross on the front of it - I am Scottish, he is Welsh, we are Celts through and through - and on the back is this verse:
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine always on your face
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Another gift from him. I went and ate my dinner, and when I walked back into my sitting room I noticed a bright shiny little framed picture on a shelf in my hall. It's a fridge magnet my husband gave to me shortly after we met; a little snippet of Gustav Klimt 'The Kiss'. It was the first romantic gift he ever gave me, and I felt it was heartfelt and lovely, and kept it on my fridge for years. I lost it several years ago. Here it was, back again.
Well, this made me laugh. I knew that he knows that I'm a hard person to convince, either about signs like this - I'd tend to dismiss them as fantasy - or that he loves me - he was giving me deeply personal items, with deeply personal words or symbols on them that are a true reflection of the actual love we shared.
Then I tried to go on this thread, and it had vanished. I tried 'thread I'm on' and 'threads I started' but it had gone; very puzzling indeed. I tried a search with my nickname, and the thread appeared, then the internet connection disappeared, along with thread; he definitely didn't want me to come on here. I realised that this part of the story was this: he wouldn't want me to dwell on the recent sad days, and he knows I have a tendency to do this, but he wants me to listen to him: have joy in your heart, not sadness.
If this all sounds extraordinary and strange to you, I can sympathise completely! I've never ever had an experience like this, and it's hard to put it into my words because I don't want to sound as though I'm just making this up for self comfort: I'm absolutely certain that what I'm saying is true because my husband put a lot of effort and thought and fun into what he has done.
There's a bit more, and this is the bit that has excited me the most.