November 26, 2011 at 21:55 1 comment

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.


Entry filed under: goings-on, kids.

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Julie  |  November 26, 2011 at 22:38

    You are braver than I! I am so afraid they’ll break my childhood ornaments, that I don’t want them to even touch them! Good for you!


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my life in pics

beautiful day for playing with guns 🔫 i know that i'm not easy to love: i can't be baked for, cooked for, or touched. i'm independent to a fault, and yet, you all keep finding ways to cover me with love and encouragement. big public thank you to my family and friends for persistently showering me with blessings, encouraging texts, and for continually bringing my family to God in prayer. we took family night to derek tonight, and filled that room with laughter!

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