house on the market this week.

upstairs = empty

No words yet. But I will borrow those of others.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

i really have nothing to say right now

but i can always round up a few photos of my favorite subjects.

making snowflakes

eating snow. what else?

looks innocent. may be torture, however.

i never posted christmas photos........ maybe soon!

How could I forget?

My Dad had a birthday on Monday.

He is Grandpa and Father extraordinaire.

He also won the annual Jordison poker game.

Very talented man.

Love you and thanks for everything.

snowflakes

this week we had snowflakes.

real ones and paper ones.

made with love.

they create magical shadows on the wall.

Merry Christmas

This Christmas has been a little different than most.

No cards sent out this year, no holiday parties or holiday baking..... just a few precious moments shared.

One of my favorite traditions is sleeping under the tree with Aidan. It is a tradition we enjoy ever year..... sometimes for one or two nights, sometimes for a month.

We listen to Christmas music, watch a Christmas movie (or two) tell secrets and speculate about the coming year.

The next year is certain to be full of changes, and some real life, tough grown up decisions. Not the kind you envision making when you dream of our future.

However, I do have much to be thankful for. Especially that little boy who is sleeping under the tree. I think i need to go now and give him a squeeze.

Merry Christmas.

busy

I bought a vintage quilt at the thrift store a few years ago for 1.49. It was kind of falling apart and I thought to myself, "I will cut it up and make something."

The problem was, it was so cute I couldn't bear to cut it and we have used it for snuggling on the downstairs couch for the last few years.

However, now that we have Proton, it ends up in the wash much more frequently and has pretty much fallen apart. So this weekend it was transformed into Christmas stockings. Aren't they sweet?

I also decided to "knock off" Anthropologie's paper Christmas tree. I found some old books at the thrift store and used caramel apples sticks as the post. I was going to sell them at the Holiday Boutique but I think I like them too much to part with them. Guess I need to make some more.

not bad, eh?

thankful for a sweet boy who has good taste in music and the ability to multi-task. (note dog, homework, nerf guns, breakfast, and singing.)