there’s something to be said for quality. it’s not that they’re solid wood, or hand-painted, or the real hair, or the detail in the knitted scarves adorning the snowmen’s necks. some wings are bent, some limbs are missing, and each year i’m required to pull out the wood glue and perform surgery.
the quality comes from the memories that flood me as i pick up each ornament and stare into its eyes. i relive the feeling of giddiness as my sisters and i decorated the tree (only to have mom re-decorate after we’d had our fun!). i remember the sounds, the smells, the complete and utter joy that the christmas season had finally arrived!
and then i pass that ornament into the eager hands of one of my own children, and i watch their eyes light up as they examine the little wooden people in front of them before carefully hanging it on the tree.
the kids are building their own memories of the holidays and family, and of quality time spent together decorating the tree. but they’re also building on my memories. now when i look at the little wooden ornaments, i not only remember every emotion and sensation from my childhood, but the light and wonder that comes into my children’s eyes as i place my memories in their hands.
i’m thanking God for another day that has left me feeling incredibly, overwhelmingly, undeniably, blessed.