The First Day of Christmas

Happy Birthday, Sweet Jesus!

He is the reason for the season!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Did you find an orange (or a clementine) in your stocking this morning? I did! It’s a beautiful reminder of the loving childhood my parents gave me! A warm memory as this always brings a smile to my soul.

Until recently, I didn’t realize many others around the world also share this orange, or Clementine, tradition! I happened across the “why” in this article!

What traditions do you carry on with your family?
What new traditions have you started?

Beyond our faith in Jesus, Christmas is about creating memories.

Memories to keep us warm.

Memories to bring a smile to our soul.

Good morning, October!

My 86 year young mother leaves in the morning after almost a week with us here at the ranch. It’s been a delightful visit, creating a host of memories I will treasure always. I posted a photo-journal of most of our daily events on Facebook. Through this album, I’ve shared with family and friends, and now you! It is such a blessing to have had this time with her.

Although I have a major custom order to finish (thankfully, the completion delay is understood), I have worked on it a bit while she has helped me tremendously by sorting through my trim stash!

That is, once she’s come inside from working on touching up the mural she created back in 1994ish!

Still, I’ve been having an internal fight with myself to not worry about the order, but to focus on Momma, and my time with her.

This is a total reminder… focus on the day…

And, that’s exactly what I’m going to do!

We’re crossing the cattle guard in a little while, heading south for our last outing before Bud takes her home tomorrow! We have errands to run and a fun meeting to attend this morning, then more errands!

I’ll let tomorrow take care of itself…

it usually does!

Food for Thought - Maybe

Just a few different styles offered at Lanetta's Creations

During the last Arts and Crafts show, a lady (I’m guessing her age to be mid to late 60’s) stopped by and visited with me for a few minutes. She had glanced through the assortment of different styled aprons I offered then turned to me with a wide grin and began, “My grandmother always wore aprons. I remember her vividly putting one on in the morning, then wearing it all day long. She would wipe my face with its hem or wrap my arms within it’s skirt when I was cold.”

She went on telling me of other memories her grandmother’s aprons brought to mind and I carefully listened and watched her facial expressions as she shared. The memories were indeed pleasant and appeared to bring great comfort to this lady’s soul.

When she paused, I simply asked, “Are you creating such lovely memories with your grandchildren?”

The lady laughed. “Oh, no. I just brush my hands off on my jeans and keep going about my business.”

I’m sure the memories she is creating with her grandchildren will be fondly remembered by them when they are her age. But it’s too bad it doesn’t involve an apron (any apron, not just one of mine) as I saw the joy in her eyes, her entire face, remembering her grandmother and all the lovely memories that simple apron brought.

Maybe my asking gave her food for thought. Maybe…