I'm really digging the deer antlers shown by Bloesem. And yes, I asked for Bryon to go kill me a pair. [We happily donate the meat; I'm all for hunting as long as it's legal and someone eats it. I just can't handle venison myself.] He said no, though. Poo. Maybe I'll ask my future brother in law instead.
It's natural to think of Christmas memories when you decorate your home for the holidays. Years past, parties, dinners, presents, children... I am so happily content with my Christmas decor this year that I had to post about it. There is a deeper lesson here, I think.
For years I wanted a tree that was perfect. Color-coordinated and showy. My ex and I spent so much money every holiday on decorations and the perfect swags. Ugh. And back then I didn't really understand the handmade tree. When you're tapped into SNOB, it is hard to look up.
As the children were born and grew, they began to come home with little ornaments that they made. I am so incredibly grateful that I've kept them. Now, when that is all I want to see.