Joelle was able to read most of the letter she had discovered in the old book despite its fading and age.
My Dearest Niece Eliza,
How time has flown since your father and I played in the gardens of each others' homes.
And now his daughter is grown and about to be wed.
I dearly appreciated how you lovingly ministered to me after my dear husband passed away.
I'll never forget your gentle compassion and kindness.
I am elated you have found the man of your dreams, the man God prepared to be your husband!
Soon you will be Mrs. John Mc Intyre.
Thank you for the invitation to your wedding.
I regret I shall not be able to attend due to a recent decline in health, but I want to tell you of a special wedding gift for you & your descendants should you ever be in great need (above and beyond the gift I plan to send along for you wedding reception).
The special gift is an exquisitely lovely ring I could never bear to wear, as my husband (your uncle) died before he could give it to me for our anniversary.
It has an emerald just the shade of your beautiful eyes and is surrounded by diamonds.
I hid it in a place close to my husband's heart.
I hope you and your husband-to-be will always look to Christ in your marriage and that you will be as happily married as my husband & I were.
Affectionately,
Aunt Jane
Joelle saw a postscript written in another language. She guessed it must be Gaelic.
She would have to ask her new friends what it meant.
It was very interesting that Eliza's future husband's surname was the same as Joelle's.
Perhaps she should look further into her genealogy. Could she be related?
(This portion of the story has been contributed mostly by my sister TJT.)
My Dearest Niece Eliza,
How time has flown since your father and I played in the gardens of each others' homes.
And now his daughter is grown and about to be wed.
I dearly appreciated how you lovingly ministered to me after my dear husband passed away.
I'll never forget your gentle compassion and kindness.
I am elated you have found the man of your dreams, the man God prepared to be your husband!
Soon you will be Mrs. John Mc Intyre.
Thank you for the invitation to your wedding.
I regret I shall not be able to attend due to a recent decline in health, but I want to tell you of a special wedding gift for you & your descendants should you ever be in great need (above and beyond the gift I plan to send along for you wedding reception).
The special gift is an exquisitely lovely ring I could never bear to wear, as my husband (your uncle) died before he could give it to me for our anniversary.
It has an emerald just the shade of your beautiful eyes and is surrounded by diamonds.
I hid it in a place close to my husband's heart.
I hope you and your husband-to-be will always look to Christ in your marriage and that you will be as happily married as my husband & I were.
Affectionately,
Aunt Jane
Joelle saw a postscript written in another language. She guessed it must be Gaelic.
She would have to ask her new friends what it meant.
It was very interesting that Eliza's future husband's surname was the same as Joelle's.
Perhaps she should look further into her genealogy. Could she be related?
(This portion of the story has been contributed mostly by my sister TJT.)
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