food, crochet, merriment
A new Saturday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment that I would like to pause, savor and remember.
If you’re inspired to do so—as I was, by SouleMama, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to see.
Happy Weekend, my dah-lings!
right this minute…
Little fingers that are learning magical things…
Gum wrapper chains…remember them?
…stay tuned!
Candy too pretty to eat…well…almost.
A new headband with every color in the universe.
Finding a cozy home for some dear friends…
A busload of brand new snow…
Chocolate marshmallows. Yes, I said CHOCOLATE marshmallows. Why’s it taken so long to think up that cool idea?
Seriously.
A new, Diva Pink and Silver BagBag in the works…
A far away boy walking in the snow…
Real, live Oreos with real, live footballs on them. Oh, my-my.
Ok, Perhaps there is life after heartbreak.
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Seriously? Is this where we are?
Could our sweet babies honestly be turning two?
Truly? Madly? Deeply?
It’s hard to believe…
that we’ve had all this sunshine…
for two years straight.
And yet, somehow…
it must be true.
Whether or not I’m ready for it…
the babies are not such babies these days.
The only thing growing faster than these little dew drops…
is our love…
for them.
Oh, I do hope you are all sitting back somewhere, sipping warm cider and watching “Miracle on 34th Street” for the 100th time with those you love .
I hope that you are hanging on tightly to the warm, tender feeling of the holidays so that the sparkle and glow will last just that much longer.
We certainly are savoring it all at this house–what with twinkle lights in dimmed rooms, new toys scattered lovingly under the tree, three flavors of hot chocolate, and far, far too many sticky treats.
As always, we will pause here, in this season until the next joyful holiday entices us to loosen our hold and move forward. We could only be persuaded to trade our tree for fire crackers…fire crackers for pink hearts…and pink hearts for painted eggs–because we know that it all comes back around again to the cider and the pine, the music and the mittens, the candles and the sweet baby in a manger bed.
So pardon us as we linger in the “happiest season of all.”
Join us, if you’d like.
We’re blessed to have you.
Wishing you all the Christmas magic your soul can hold, along with the hope that your holiday season has been joyful, triumphant, merry and bright~
love, love, love,
The Gracious Rain Cheer-Meister Committee
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