Saturday, December 19, 2009

Tree Trimming

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When John pulls the ornament boxes out of the attic each year, I'm filled to the brim with excitement. There is nothing quite like the feeling I get when I pull back that tissue paper and a thousand memories come flooding back to me.

I "ohhhh" and "ahhh" and say "remember this??" a lot.

I get teary eyed, I reminisce, I recollect and "awwww".

In that box there are bits and pieces of my life.

Pieces of him....

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and him.....

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and places....

like John's first visit to New York City....

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or the town of Bled, where Tati's sister lives....

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....and the land of chocolate, other wise known as my mecca!

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A teeny tiny sweater from Iceland, where John lived for some time....

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and New Mexico which was his home for so very long.

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There's reminders of the very little boys whose used to stand on a step stools to hang ornaments. Those same little boys now tower over my head.

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Handcrafted ornaments for my favorite dog in the whole wide world, the one who snuggles with me when my teenagers don't have the time.

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There are many, many handmade ornaments that I've made over the years.

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Lots and lots of time spent creating.

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My favorite ornaments of all are the ones that were carried home in lunchboxes and backpacks....

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...presented with fingers still sticky with glue, toothless smiles beaming up at me.

"I made this for you Mama". I can still see those moments.

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The hours spent at the kitchen table with paint and yarn.

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Some from right where we live.

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This one melts my heart. John's nickname for me is Sweet Pea, which he says with a over exaggerated southern accent. It makes me smile every time he says it. I almost cried when I saw this sweet pea ornament. Just perfect.

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Like him.

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