We are worn out. Graham went back to school this morning, and the rest of us...
Hannah Reece continues to enjoy our basket full of Christmas books. Today, I found her reading a book about Santa Claus to her baby doll. My late grandma made this Cinderella doll, on one side it's the "princess" Cinderella, with a shiny satin dress-when you flip her over, she becomes "maiden" Cinderella in her rags. This image warms my heart. So many of my Christmas memories as a child revolved around spending Christmas in southern Indiana with our extended family at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Grandma had some type of decoration or light in every nook and cranny of that house. It was a wonderful place! I miss her smile, her laugh, her attention to detail and the special way she tenderly doted on us grandkids. Precious, precious memories that flood my heart this time of year.
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