Here is a good memory from my childhood Christmas list. Around fourth grade, I was heavily into reading Laura Ingalls Wilder books. I was all over the Big Woods and praises with the Ingalls family. Sure I was bummed that Laura had brown hair and Mary blonde, because I was…of course…blonde. When I read back…
Last night I stood side by side with my friend Kim for what I think is my twelfth Christmas Walk in the little shoppe she owned for 25 years. We did our dance around each other as I rang up items and she wrapped and beautified purchases and chatted with customers. The Christmas Walk is…
So the first memory I jotted in my notes was from a few Christmases after we moved into this home we have inhabited for nine years. Caroline had come along with all the joy that miracles bring and she was toddling around, a rose among the thorns of three wild and crazy brothers that year. …