Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
I got a text @ 5:30 this morning. M said they had left and were on their way. I was going through my morning routine... Let the dog out, give her food, make coffee, read my devotions, check email... another text came; "knock knock"... I thought she was going to tell me a joke. Then I heard a shuffling sound at the front door. I turned on the porch light and peeked behind the curtain to see them standing there!!!! Cricket didn't even have time to get worked up before her boy walked through the door and picked her up to cuddle her.
They're here! Safe and Sound! Home. They're upstairs sleeping now. Cricket's with her favorite fella. I've got a stew bubbling on the stove for lunchtime, and carols are playing softly as I putter around making the house festive. Later today we have 10 more coming for games and music and cookies and cider, but the 3 that matter most to my world are snuggled under great grama's quilts, curled up warm and cozy - here. With me. Now.
It is going to be a merry Christmas, indeed.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
My grandparents moved to Washington state just after my mama was born and never left the town they helped establish. The friends they made in those early years became my "aunts and uncles" and extended family. One such family were the Browns. Ray and Bert (short for Roberta). They lived across the street from Grampa & Grama & were ever present in the day to day workings of our farm life. I'm not sure when she established the Cinnamon Bundt gifting but it became a much anticipated and awaited part of our Christmas breakfasts.
When I grew up, married and moved far away from home, I called Bert to ask if I could have the recipe to continue the tradition. She shared it graciously (from memory! She didn't even need to go look it up but just began to recite it.).
It's especially poignant this Christmas. Bert passed away just a few months ago. All I knew of the life I had as a child is gone. The farm, the people, the home... but many of the traditions established still surround this season. Still surround me.