Today was the day we broke out the Christmas garb. We set up the tree, strung the lights and ribbon, and one by one, sorted through our memories. I don't have one "set" of ornaments on my tree. Every single one came from a place of love. There are gifts, and treasures, there are crafts and glittering wonders. I am filled with sentimentality and blissful memories, and I am grateful for everyone; for each Baby's First Christmas, for every beaded candy cane, for every single smile that resulted in hanging ornaments. I loved every "remember when", and every single "ohhh I got this one from...".
And when it's all done, and the day light dims, and the lights sparkle a light like no other, I get very teary at the family on my tree. I am grateful for the moments and people that make our family Christmas tree.
The angel on top...well, she's there to hear me every time I whisper "I wish you were here".
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