The Day After

This was a blog of Christmas 2010...a little late but then my age proceeds me as my body and mind slowly catch up with each other...lol

Yes Lord, we did celebrate your birth yesterday. I am not sure how much actual celebration WITH you occurred..but it did take place on your behalf. Because of the announcement of your birth on the actual calendar, we were able to set aside a special time to be a little more kind to each other and think about others more than ourselves. I was pleased with my younger grand children this year.

Coming from a home where the ability to pinch a penny comes naturally, special events where gifts are expected, require some real forethought. Re-gifting is not a new concept in this household. In a family with five girls of varying sizes... sweaters, shoes, coats, etc are naturally given to the next girl in size. Of coarse, this is called hand-me-down instead of re-gifting...but the concept is certainly not new. It was the uniqueness of their re-gifting abilities that were so very special this year. Their appraisal of what they had to give and  the actual thinking of what which sister might want.. was the the part that brought a smile to my face.

For example, Madelynns' beloved Easy Bake Oven, so precious to her for so many years, would have been less than well received by anyone of the other sisters. She chose to give it to Moriah. Not only because she has admired the oven from afar for many years, but because she is also the one who shares an interest in cooking. The others thought just as much in their transfer of gifts to each other. Another example was  Natalies' thought process. She took the pieces of Ashlees' old baby blanket... that she has carried around for years... and reconditioned it. By sewing the pieces together, she then tacked it onto another larger throw quilt that was her favorite color..red.  It came out very good and was so appreciated that Ashlee even started crying..not a usual emotion from this child.  The hope is that it will last long enough to be passed down to her child when she has it. We'll see.

 It is times like this that I know  my dear husband would have loved seeing the girls as they are growing both physically and emotionally. I wish he could have been here to see this..Then again, whose to say he wasn't watching??