The “A” in AH Creations!

 

     For a while now I’ve been posting things under the title of “AH! Creations”.  Some of you may already know the story behind that, but for those who don’t my fiance’s mother suggested the name to us, because his last name begins with “A” and mine “H”.  Put them together and you get “AH!”, as in aha.  It’s meant to bring to mind that moment of inspiration that leads to creativeness. 

Unfortunately for Beau, his side of the AH hasn’t been doing much that can get public attention.  It’s true he does the felt and sculpey work for my amigurumis, but that isn’t all he does.  He loves writing and drawing.  Some of you may also remember the first drawing he gave me is posted on this blog.  He’s done four years worth of other ones for me since then along with some for himself.  Since Summer = free time for us I finally convinced him to make a blog of his own to show off some of the stuff he does.  I hope you’ll all give it a look, his first post is about a novel he’s trying to get published and as a new, struggling, unpublished, college student writer he needs a little encouraging… or a lot.

Here is a link to his new blog= The other half of AH Creations-http://christiankid044.wordpress.com/

The Guardian by Nicholas Sparks

I have been hooked on reading Nicholas Sparks books ever since I read A Walk To Remember.  After reading a few more, I can’t help but think that I’m an addict, reading a book in a couple of days and wanting to read another just as I finish.  Therefore, I’m posting the most recent book of his that pulled at my heart-strings at the end.  Throughout the novel, I experienced a variety of emotions from pure delight to deep sadness to thinking there are some crazy people in the world (and hoping these people don’t live next door to me).  As I read the book, I told Beau, in detail what was happening in the book (probably to the point he was sick of me telling him every detail). He soon started asking me what happened in the next parts I was reading.  When I reached the end of the novel, I cried on his shoulder for what appeared to  be  a lifetime, but was only a few minutes. He was very kind and didn’t laugh at my silliness   I have read many of his books, however, none have made me cry.   I hope the next book I read of his is just as good or better.  Though it will be hard to top this one.