Simple Pleasures of the Day

Buns with strawberry jam for breakfast . . .
Forklift rides at Papa's place of work . . . and drawing pictures at his desk.
Lunch at Lacey's house . . .

Reading stories while the nail polish dried . . .

Playing pool (a.k.a. bowling)

Playing in the basement playhouse . . .

Eating apple slices while making apple pie . . .

Setting the table with "Chrismus" Napkins . . .

A breathtaking early evening skyline . . .

Sitting in the hot tub in the dark with twinkly lights on . . .

Telling stories about when Grammy was a little girl.

Still Wonderful!

These days don't lend themselves to spending time blogging . . . so I will just show proof that they are really here. The gifts are opened . . . little cars and doll shoes may be found tucked in between sofa cushions . . . the pool table has become a bowling alley . . . the playhouse is turned upside down . . . old story books are littered over the floor . . . food is disappearing faster than it's being made . . . and we are getting some almost uninterrupted time to watch a movie. It's all like it's supposed to be! We are making memories.

Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve. The night when all things are possible. There’s a sigh of relief, as the shopping is finished. People leave their work wishing each other well. Dad comes home with treats from the office. The house is clean. The tree has never looked so pretty. Carefully wrapped gifts hold all that the kids imagine and only things that fit perfectly.

Christmas music befits the night. Joy to the world! Silent Night, Holy night. Candles are lit. Hearts are open to receive and believe the best. It’s a night of good news . . . a temporary truce upheld . . . in the fields and in our homes.

For a precious little moment on the calendar we see glimpses of another world. Neighbors take time to greet each other, the newspaper publishes good news, sons call from far away, a meal is served to the homeless, there’s time to burst forth in carols and Jesus gets the glory.

It’s a night I wish could go on forever. And then I remember . . . something He said.
“The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight to the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” Luke 4:18.19

So, on this Holy Night, I wish you the joy and peace that the angles proclaimed and Lord’s favor as you seek Him just like the wise men did.

The Rest of the Toy box Story

Unpacking is half the fun . . .

and then she settles down . . .

intrigued by the old toys from the 80's. . .

especially anything that produces sounds.

She can't understand why I'm taking so many pictures . . .

Can you?

Nine Ways to Sunday

The sun was almost ready to set when I asked him if he'd want to do me another favor. Lucky for me, he grinned and chuckled his way through the shoot. Crazy wife. I needed to do this for myself if not for anyone else, just to know I have enough options. I wore one skirt and changed up four tops and four sweaters.
This week I took note of the wreath on the pictures and realized I can't leave this post in draft for much longer . . . and that is the reason for this random post at this time. So here's to nine ways . . . to wish you a Merry Christmas!

The Toy Box Story

To be continued.