Some of you were looking forward to seeing our tree…
However, Like many…our tree is not so much decoration…
But family history.
look at that angelic golden face…carefully crafted 20 years ago…
It is the little hand crafted…Paper crumpled, pieces that are THE most cherished
The ones that don’t match…but were created by little hands
that grew. and grew.
and now some 20 something years later….truly are more important than any hand blown artisan glass.
And these are opened so carefully by all of us
because now, even the creators recognize how fragile and special they are.
each year ... put in the special boxes at the bottom of the bin with care
knowing they won’t last forever. what does?
THIS is our Christmas tree.
celebrating the growth. The beauty and the fragility of each passing year.
Maybe not ‘pretty’… to some
But so full of life….our lives.
Beautiful to us. To me.
yep. Baby shoes. first baby shoes. 16 years later. Exactly where they belong.
A celebration of us. Of growth.
Of change...
that is maybe postponed for one more glittery, beautiful season.
Opening hearts.
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