The wonderful bloggers I visit and who visit me are among the most loving, generous, incredible people I know. I wish that I could send Christmas cards...I can peck words out on the keyboard, but writing is a challenge. So is everything I do actually. When one doesn't have much use of the dominant hand...oh my! You should see the wrapping. Hilarious! ツ
So that is my excuse for not sending Christmas cards this year. I am working on sending e-cards so don't ignore that notice if it should arrive in your inbox.
Look what I found recently. It is a vintage photo from Christmas 1955. I am almost two years old happily reading my book. The interconnection of family is interesting to note. My grandmother is helping me hold the book, my mother is holding me, and my mother's grandmother is holding her arm.
|Noted on the back: "Christmas 1955 At least the cat took a good picture." Ouch!|
Then there are the neighbors. Dear friends. This little boy has been featured on the blog before here and as an adult here (in the collage at the end).
Oh my, it smells good around here. Abby made me a beautiful Maine potpourri with fir, pine, cedar, winterberries, and seashells, so fresh and clean!
|Son and family's Living room fireplace and mantel|
|The grandsons chose this year's tree|
|Love the vignettes that Michelle creates in vintage suitcases. Note the snowman roasting a marshmallow over the candle.|
|A favorite print at my sister's home|
In case, I am not back before December 25, do have a blessed and wonderful day. The Lord is with us and there is nothing better or more worthy of celebrating.