For many years now, I’ve gotten a new nativity–of some sort– at Christmas time. If you’ll recall, last year’s was a rubber ducky set. Ridiculous, but very cute. I couldn’t resist.
This was never meant to be a tradition really, but more an activity to ease the heartache of losing an entire box of nativity sets that I’d collected over the past 30 years. In one of the many moves our family made since becoming single, this most important box, somehow, never made it to us. In it we’d packed six or seven different sets that the kids had grown up with–most importantly, one that I bought while on a trip to Bethlehem back in the 70’s. To say that it broke my heart to lose that box is putting it lightly. However, I’ve always believed that things happen for a reason, and if the reason is that someone, somewhere needed that box full of baby Jesus more than we did–well then, I’m good with it.
This year, my dear daughter April gave me a gift. An incredibly beautiful gift. When she heard that her In-laws were going to the Holy Land, she arranged to have them find a new nativity set– hand chosen for me, in the town of Bethlehem. Oh, my goodness what a perfect job they did.
It is beautiful! The detailed carving work is amazing and each piece has it’s own personality, distinct and lovely.
When I was in Bethlehem a million years ago, I bought the only set I could afford. I loved it for that reason, but the craftsmanship was very low scale. In fact, the running joke was, “Don’t look at the faces too closely or you won’t be able to tell a donkey from a shepherd!” Yeah, it was kinda bad.
But this set…is simply gorgeous!! Joseph’s staff is removable and baby Jesus isn’t carved into the manger. You can actually take him out…which fact we’ve learned over and over as we keep finding him in random places. That Magoo! It’s fun to take each piece and study it for awhile to appreciate it’s individual beauty. Mary is smiling, the wise men are incredibly ornate and the sheep and other animals look…real. It’s breathtaking I tell you.
Such a treasure, such a blessing, such a gift of love this Christmas!
Thank you, my sweet daughter.
Your thoughtfulness has healed my heart.
I love it beyond words. And you too.
So, I come into my room, minding my own business, thinking that I’ll just plop down on my bed. But wait…
Who flipped my pillow upside down?
Apparently, this girl kitty has found a way to turn my pillow sham into her own private sleeping bag hide away.
She’s just lucky I didn’t dive right on top of her.
Silly thing. Let me just tip toe back out, so as not to disturb Queen Jiff.
Why do I get the feeling that she thinks she sharing this room with me–instead of the other way around?
100 Happy Days #42
My mother was kind and wise and beautiful. I miss her so much. Luckily, my daughters are smart and strong and loving and patient. I see her in them, every single day. What a sweet thing—this motherhood.
Happy Mother’s Day.
100 Happy Days #15
Perhaps it’s cheating to have my “happy days” photo be from a few months back–but I’ll defend myself by saying that I found these pictures today–and I smiled because they were just so much fun. Here’s the deal~
I came upstairs one morning a while back and found that Miss Chompy had lined up every pony, every Strawberry Shortcake person, every Carebear and well…every single mythical, magical creature that she could get her hands on…
not just on the banister, but on the chairs and across the floor. I took as many pictures as I could, but the best shots that explain it all–didn’t turn out. (My camera skills are somewhat lacking…still)
When I asked the girlie what was up with all her critter friends she looked at me like I had a blue face and said,
“Wellllll, Grammy–they’re in a big long line…
to see Princess Celestia.
And they’re going to have to wait a long, long time…
because she talks a lot.”
My kinda gal.