I'm celebrating each Saturday or Sunday with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build. Come join in to share your own special celebrations.
Today, the day after Christmas, everyone, even my out-of-towners, are off doing other things, so I'm celebrating as I think I've done for a long time, celebrating sweet or bittersweet milestones-memories. Ones we make from yesterday, and ones from the past. You know, like the time Santa really did come to deliver gifts, the Christmas we almost didn't make it because of an ice storm, or, sadly, the first Christmas without my grandmother.
This time, Christmas memories will be written like this:
Remember that Christmas when. . .
We had a full moon and a white Christmas for the first time in many years?
Carter got a new fancy camera and tripod, and Imogene decided that it was okay to have her picture taken when we acted silly?
This Christmas was the time that Imogene was in love with Star Wars, the 'dark' side, and Ingrid was studying big cats, so Santa brought Star Wars and big cat toys.
It was the first time I worked at the book store on Christmas eve, helping last minute shoppers look for last minute books. What a great time it was, busy with happy people enjoying their "just-right' and last minute discoveries.
This past fall, we placed Arvie's ashes in a niche at a nearby cemetery, so it was the first time we made a visit on Christmas to tell him how much we missed him.
Other years, I remember the year at my grandmother's when nearly all of us had babies and we stood around a lot holding them, jiggling up and down to soothe. I remember as a young child when an uncle gave me, like the song says, "a dolly with lots of clothes". And I remember the Christmas when my grandfather was so sick and we knew he wouldn't be with us for the next one. Christmas holds some of our stories, and I celebrate each one, the way we were, and I'm happy I remember.