I love to be crafty. There is something so satisfying in making something with your hands. And what I lack in talent I make up in enthusiasm. Michael's and Hobby Lobby are trips I make often especially during Christmas. This year I wanted to make stocking for the kids. Not just little stockings, but the kind that if fell over could crush a child in a red velvet plume. So, the night before Christmas Dave, my sis, and I stayed up late at my parent's house in Duncanville making stockings and stuffing them with the goodies I have stockpiled. Will's was full, spilling over the sides with goodies. And Avery, poor Avery, she had a baby stroller and some Little People in hers. I'll make it up to her, I promise.
With this guilt and the other that comes with balancing the checkbook after Christmas, I realize that I miss Christmas. Since I don't have ornaments to hang, needles to vacuum, bulbs to replace, packages to wrap and rewrap, letter to address, pictures to print, cookies to bake, I am so sad. I love to celebrate the people in my life and with Christmas I can do just that. So ready for my resolution? Celebrate every day - wait I already do that. No, I need to celebrate all the people in my life, not just worry about the perfect present. But really, I do miss the energy Christmas brings. Maybe, I'll celebrate 3 Kings Day, maybe our National Championship win, maybe I start Valentines Day, or even better I'll hit the Christmas clearence tomorrow and shop for next year. Well, nothing like retail therapy to get this girl to her normal spritely self!
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ANNE! Well, I almost gave up on you and your blog. Thanks for coming back. I don't get to see you anymore, just passing through the parking lot. Keep posting, just for me. I love that pic of Will! He is so handsome. What school is he going to next year?
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