Blessings of the Day
This Christmas there were- oh so many blessings, too many to count…but I’ll do my best.
~Blurry, shaky giggles at seeing all those presents around the tree.
~Sweet little cousins, becoming sweet little friends.
~Finally, finally–Uncle “Bald Kid” dolls. Wondered if they’d ever get finished! Phew…
~That sweet little surprise we’ll be adding to our baby collection soon.
~ Realizing that even little folks can appreciate really good chocolate…from England.
Thanks Sarah!
~Sharing Christmas day joy with our new little sweetheart, Kortney.
~Hugs from the best little Aunt in the world. :}
~ The calm, easy, comforting pace that gift sharing is taking these days.
~ Talking to and seeing my dear boy in far away Siberia–for one whole hour! Thank you, thank you– Skype! More on that later.
~ Christmas day secrets.
~Speaking of which–look at the best kept secret on earth, from my sweet kids–to ME! My friends, things are about to become much…ummm…clearer around here. Hee, heee!
~ Just in time to help us remember the reason for all of it.
What are some of your Christmas blessings?
Basking…
in the loveliness just a bit longer.
How was your Christmas?
{ Babe of Bethlehem }
“Part of the purpose for telling the story of Christmas is to remind us that Christmas doesn’t come from a store. Indeed, however delightful we feel about it, even as children, each year it ‘means a little bit more.’ And no matter how many times we read the biblical account of that evening in Bethlehem, we always come away with a thought—or two—we haven’t had before….
“I, like you, need to remember the very plain scene, even the poverty, of a night devoid of tinsel or wrapping or goods of this world. Only when we see that sacred, unadorned child of our devotion—the Babe of Bethlehem—will we know why… the giving of gifts is so appropriate”
Jeffrey R. Holland
Merry, Merry…
Merry, Merry Christmas my dear friends.
My Christmasy Folks
One year, when I was a kid, my Mama gave my sister and I one of these little ornaments. She told us that it reminded her of her Swedish grandmother–whom she loved and missed very much.
She helped me be very proud to have a bit of Swedish in me. She was such a cute little mom.
Sooooo many things remind me of my momma at Christmastime.
One November, many years ago, I made her this for her birthday. It made her cry–I knew it would.
Then there was my funny little dad–I believe I’ve mentioned him before. Can’t you just see that little twinkle in his eye? We use to give him gingerbread ornaments because every year, he would make a million sheets of Honeycake to make into gingerbread houses all over the valley. Many people knew him as the “Gingerbread Man,” and with good reason.
Sooo many things remind me of my dad at Christmastime.
Then one December, I made him this for his birthday–because it was so him. It made him cry–I knew it would.
Soooo many things remind me of them…
at Christmastime.
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