My mother loves ornaments. She loves tradition. Every year we know we will each get a glass ornament that fits our person ever so perfectly, and every year our tree grows more full, trimmed and filled with many memories. It’s so comforting to come back over the years and look at an ornament and know exactly to whom it was given and what makes it the ornament of that person. She’s got a way of understanding and observing people. A way of inserting a puzzle piece into the puzzle of their being like the perfect gift. She just gets it. And it has shaped who I am today. My love for the little things and obsession for observing is without a doubt from this woman, and I wouldn’t have it any other day.
I’m so grateful to appreciate and care about tradition. Knowing that every year at this one time it will be the same…no matter what… Something about it is ironically refreshing and moving. What do you have without tradition?
So many moments. So many feelings. One time of year. It’s the holiday season, and it’s deep and filled with so much emotion, even unexpectedly!
Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night.
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