I am recycling this post from last year. These things remain a few of my favorite things.
I can’t believe how busy the days are, and how fast Christmas is approaching. This year will soon be gone. Time passes so quickly. As I pulled out some decorations this past week, I was amazed by how long I’ve had some of these, yet in some ways it only seems like a short amount of time.
My sister-in-law painted the nativity set and gave it to my husband and me on our first Christmas as a married couple…31 years ago.
My grandmother made this stocking for me when I was a child. She made one for my brothers too. A few years ago my mother framed it and gave it to me. Every year I place it somewhere among our Christmas decorations.
This was a wedding present from my aunt and uncle. I place it under our tree every year.
This is one of my favorite ornaments. It was lovingly made by my dad, and painted by my mother, I do believe. I cherish this one.
My younger brother was killed in a car accident at the age of 18, two months after I was married. A dove was on a flower arrangement we received. I placed it on our tree near the top, our very first Christmas, to keep him a part of my holiday. I have added a few over the years. One for each of my deceased grandparents. The other two are for my deceased father-in-law and brother-in-law. I hope that didn’t creep you out too much. It’s just what I do.
What are some of your favorite things at Christmas?
Connecting here through http://anextraordinaryday.net. Scrolled through and read your bio…we have some things in common. Lke you, I use our treasures from the past for today. Amazing how we can use in so many creative ways to make the old new. Thanks for sharing.
You make it sound so lovely. I must check out your blog again.
Oh those doves… just precious way to memorialize your precious brother and other family members that are gone. What lovely things you have shared!!! XO
Ah…thanks.
I love that you have a stocking that your grandmother made for you as a child. Some of my favorite holiday memories are things from when I was younger or that my kids made when they were babies.
I think that it’s funny how we want new, new, new when we’re kids but love old sentimental things as adults.