ok, that was supposed to be funny.
but actually an angel and a snowman were painted and went to good homes.
this one went to an angel of a gal. an amazing mom of 4 and a wife to a man that i used to babysit when i was a kid. funny how we all grow up into adults. he is a dentist now. how does that happen. anyway, she is an angel to many. and this fit her perfectly. wish you could read all of the words, but my photography skills aren’t what they used to be. i need to get a real camera. these phone cameras just don’t do artwork justice. merry Christmas bradie and family. you are loved.
this one went to a family who decorates their home like nobody else i know. i love it. we have been known to secretly rearrange their reindeer in their front yard into inappropriate scenes. all my husband and sons idea. haha. i learned when starting this piece that the husband’s father started the decorating tradition with him when he was a young boy. and he just lost his father. when i found this poem on line “Let every day be Christmas…” i knew it had to be the focus. and it’s so true. merry Christmas gehring family. enjoy the holidays with all of your fun décor.
both families have said they want to hang these all year round.
i think i need a piece of Christmas art to hang all year round. great idea.
so many wonderful songs this time of year.
we just listened to a few of the classics in our car on the way out to dinner. brooke wanted steak. a good steak. hadn’t had “real food” (as she calls it) for months. just as we were leaving our house, my mom and her husband stopped by. what amazing timing. they hadn’t eaten. so we all went out. for “good food”. it was nice spending time with family.
and the awesome thing is, when we got back into the car, the same Christmas music was on. waiting for us.
it brought back some nice memories.
when i was a little girl, our family used to go to midnight church on Christmas eve. technically it was 11pm, but by the time they sang the last song it was midnight. every year they would end the service by singing Silent Night. i would look over at my mom and she would have tears in her eyes. or at least i think she did. she wouldn’t let us see them. i know she was missing her baby. our little sister. but she would sing and smile at us.
now that i am older, i get it.
i love that song.
it brings tears to my eyes.
the true meaning of Christmas. the birth of Jesus.
and being happy for what we have. and missing those that are no longer with us. this will be greg’s first Christmas without his mom. and i know that is okay. and we are all ok. and this is the circle of life.
but i will sit back and reflect this year at some point and thank God. thank him a lot.
so, when those parking lots are full of angry drivers and the stores have long lines… i have changed my bad attitude to… thinking it is really special that people take time out of their hectic schedules to remember someone else. after all, who would go to target, costco or the mall this week. most people are there to spend their hard earned money and valuable time to do something nice for someone else. and that’s pretty cool.
i like that thought.
wishing everyone a little happy this time of year.