A cross stitch card from my Mom
I woke up yesterday morning to the sound of silence, how strange to have silence on Christmas morning. The clock read 8:00 a.m. Hmmm…better do a kid check. Oh! 17 yr. old daughter asleep next to me. 21 yr. old son asleep in his room. Is it Christmas morning? I better go check my calendar.
A beautiful crochet scarf from Trish
The phone rings and my husband, who has just finished the night shift, wants to know what he's missed. Not a thing, I tell him, you've got perfect timing! And so I swiftly rouse two sleepy heads to remind them it's Christmas morning, pop our breakfast in the oven, and put the coffee on.
Vintage candle holders from Diane
We are soon floating in a sea of glitter (note to self: NO glitter wrapping paper next year) and I sit back and watch the three of them enjoy opening gifts, laughing and being silly. At the same time I am reminded of how different our Christmas mornings looked just a few years ago. This is not bad, of course, just different.
Vintage cookie jar from Diane
I spend the day watching my rather grown-up children interacting with their grandparents and Uncle and I'm reminded that change comes quietly, reminding me to enjoy every moment and to embrace the season of life that we find ourselves in. Many blessings and much joy come when we learn to be content where we are with what we have.
"I know what it is to be in need,
and I know what it is to have plenty.
I have learned the secret of being content
in any and every situation,
whether well fed or hungry,
whether living in plenty or in want.
I can do everything through him
who gives me strength."