One year, when I was a kid, my Mama gave my sister and I one of these little ornaments. She told us that it reminded her of her Swedish grandmother–whom she loved and missed very much.
She helped me be very proud to have a bit of Swedish in me. She was such a cute little mom.
Sooooo many things remind me of my momma at Christmastime.
One November, many years ago, I made her this for her birthday. It made her cry–I knew it would.
Then there was my funny little dad–I believe I’ve mentioned him before. Can’t you just see that little twinkle in his eye? We use to give him gingerbread ornaments because every year, he would make a million sheets of Honeycake to make into gingerbread houses all over the valley. Many people knew him as the “Gingerbread Man,” and with good reason.
Sooo many things remind me of my dad at Christmastime.
Then one December, I made him this for his birthday–because it was so him. It made him cry–I knew it would.
Soooo many things remind me of them…