I especially miss being in my parents home at Christmas time. And my Mom always calls after she has had her 'Christmas cry'. This is when she decorates the house with all the treasures from decades ago, plays Christmas music, and remembers days gone by. Now my home is the NO PLACE like...and I'm filling it with sights, and sounds, and smells of the most wonderful time of the year. I want my boys to have those memories just like me!
Before I was a paper artist, I loved to do counted cross stitch. I have somewhere around 150 perforated paper Victorian Christmas ornaments that decorated 3 alpine silk trees. I remember the year I began...I had enough to put on a wreath. Each year more and more where added, a mantle one year and then one tree...the collection kept growing. I get them out each year and and the memories flood back when I touch each one...it is a wonderful reminder of our journey as a family.