For me, Christmas isn’t Christmas without memories. And each year, I treasure our tree, because I get to relive the story of my life.
As newlyweds in 1974, Hubs and I selected red gingham as our Christmas theme. This pretty little bird is one decoration that never flew the coop.
A few years later, our son’s first birthday featured a firefighter theme in honor of his daddy. This little house remains of the little tableau upon the birthday cake that, then, had a real toy fire truck and frosting firemen fighting frosting flames.
When our baby girl joined the family, my well-traveled mother brought her this darling cradle ornament from Hungary.
That little guy when he was three made this bread-dough candy cane in preschool.
These eons later, we now have two darling grandsons, thanks one each to our son and daughter. Each year, Hubs gets a photo ornament of him with the little guys.
Yep, we’re homebodies a lot of the time, but we do like to get around. The Alamo in San Antonio reminded Hubs of his Army training there.
London happens to be one of those places I long to return to… In fact, I promised the nine-year old grandson a trip there when he’s eleven. Hmmmm.
And Hawaii happens to be our favorite place on earth! Of course, having our besties (Hubs’ sis and her husband ) move there for work two years ago gets us there a few times each year.
Thank you for hobbling down my Memory Lane with me. Wishing you and yours Mele Kalikimaka, in Jesus’ name.