On the 11th day of Christmas…

I remember Christmas 1968, the oldest of 5…

Des Moines, Iowa.  It was Ross the Boss, Mrs Moss and all the little Landers: Jeanie, Joey, Timmy, Tammy and Danny (known at that time as Dana, his given name).  My mom was always trying to set up a scene.  In the days before Photoshop and Picnik.com, she colored on sheets and set up vignettes.  I come by it naturally, you see…

I remember Christmas 1988, when I had five of my own…

No one can say I didn’t do my part to populate the earth with godly seed – really, really quickly (5 kids in less than 7 years)!  Church plays and cantatas; school programs and crafts around the kitchen table. Opening our home to be toured (9 trees, NINE trees!) in an 1886 Victorian, winning the community house-lighting contest.  Popcorn balls and having the whole church over for a party.   I was young and thought the energy would never wane.

I remember  Christmas 2008.  With 5 grandbebes.

Their parents do the work and I just rake in the love.  There are 6 now!

Does it mean you’re old when you have this much stuff in your headful of memories?  Ohmygoodness.  I do have a bunch of memories.  And since I can no longer remember everything, I am sure choosing the good stuff.  If I could only bottle the great moments of my life and share it, hold them close..but I guess, in a way, I really can – that is the cool thing!  Want some?

Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
~William Robert Spencer

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Red Letter day for Guini!  I look ahead at many years of wondrous joys to come…

On the 11th Day of Christmas – Guini lost her 1st tooth.

J

I remember Christmas, 11 days ago…