My wife and I first saw the window in an antique shop. A wrinkled old lady told us it was from a Scottish castle. We fell in love with it, but could not afford it at the time. We left the store.
The next day, when I got home from work, I got great news. "Darling," my wife said, "I found another window. I don't like it as much......"
"Honey, we don't have a house for a stained glass window."
"But I have to have this window."
"We don't have the money for a stained glass window that we don't have a house for."
"I'm going to get this window. I'm going right now to get this window. I missed out on the first one, and nobody is going to get this one but me!"
Needless to say, St. Valentine's day was celebrated that evening at our home.
"Now," my wife said, "We have to get a house to fit the window."
Strangely enough, when we found our house, There was an attic vent in the front gable. I told my wife "The window is going there."
"It will never fit."
"Watch."
When I removed the attic vent a few weeks later, the window fit with a finger's width on either side. I put it in, framed it, and lit it from behind on the same switch as the porch light. The gingerbread in the gable, I made myself.
