I have seen 'maxabella loves', I'm grateful for.... on other people's blogs. Today is the first time that I am taking part and will do so every Saturday from now on.
The reason I started my blog was to help myself stop and focus on the little, but very important things in life. The last couple of months have been all consuming, with things that I have not blogged about. And even though I have still been blogging, I've usually been in a rush, just to get the memories down.
I have not been sitting with my thoughts long enough to really take them in. To really be grateful for them.
It's Christmas, so it's easy to be grateful. So incredibly grateful, for all that we have, my goodness take a look around. We have it all. There is no need here.
Today I'm going to tell you about my Christmas tree and all the memories that hang on it's branches. We bought a large Christmas tree with money from our wedding. I won't go into the whole fake tree/ real tree thing now. But let me quickly remind you, that I live in Queensland and tropical heat and pine trees don't mix, believe me I've tried, on more than one occasion.
So back to the tree... A large tree was bought to hold my collected Christmas decorations and one day, the decorations made by my children. Decorating the tree this year, was my vision coming true. The kids are old enough now, that I didn't worry about decorations being broken. They were just as excited as I was, as each decoration was unwrapped and remembered. It used to be just me, remembering which country I had collected an ornament or which friend had given me a certain jingle bell.
But this year it was all of us. Spunky Monkey, remembering the decorations he had made at kindy and daycare, Miss Moo Moo, remembering decorations given to her from her Nanny. It was such a joy to hang a pipe cleaner candy cane, Spunky Monkey had made last year next to a Venetian glass angel, a gift from Grandma. Such care was taken by all of us, as we hung each decoration.
Yes, I am grateful for my Christmas tree and for the love and memories in every one of it's decorations. I am grateful for the beautiful people who have given decorations to me as gifts, many brought home, carefully packaged from overseas and some handmade.
It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Oh, Christmas. It is the season to be jolly!
