In the morning when we wake up the house is surrounded by white; white fog, white frost. Lately I’ve been making the evening “blanket check” rounds before I turn out my own light. Their blankets are never where they should be ~ on the floor, pushed to the end of the bed, or wrapped around their heads exposing their little feet.
It is winter ~ even better it is Christmas time!
Some people mark the start of the holiday season by braving Black Friday, or breaking out the Christmas CD collection, or going to Keller’s for new Christmas decorations.
I found little white Christmas trees in the dollar section at Target, so I bought one for each of the children’s rooms. They sit on their dressers looking so cheery with glittering stars and paper chains (I love paper chains!).
I really like this picture. I really like him. I like that he buys Christmas trees for us even though he thinks it’s silly. I like that he sings hymns at the top of his lungs all through the house. He makes us feel safe, and loved.
They were beyond excited. They had so much excitement built up in them it came out their finger tips and toes!
Saturday was a day of baking and bathing babies. Neither of which I can do without making a huge mess.
It’s hard to lose a good dog.
It’s even harder to tell your sons that their dog won’t be coming home again.
To explain why we buried him under the ground.
To assure them that Riley is not sad, or lonely, or hurting… he’s dead, like sleeping~ only it’s forever.
It was hard to hear the lonely howls of our new puppy Charlie, all through the night.
Every time I turn onto our lane I expect to see him round the back of the house, wagging his tail and pushing his nose into my hand.