I am thankful for Christmas ornaments. We have a BUNCH of ornaments. As we pull them out of the boxes, someone has a comment about each of them - "Hey, that is the one that we got in Virginia! Cool, I made this in kindergarten? Where did this ugly one come from?" On and on.
As I unwrap the ornaments, I usually have a few happy tears roll down my cheek. I am an emotional romantic. I am also an emotional hoarder. I keep things because of the feelings and experiences associated with the items. That is why we have so many ornaments.
The one that hung on my Great Grandma's tree - the ugly ugly red feathered bird? Makes me smile. The wooden bird that hung on my Grandma's tree? Makes me smile and remember Christmas at their house. The mailbox we bought and had personalized on our honeymoon? I almost flipped out when I couldn't find it this year. Luckily, Zach found the box was in and a tear trickled out. The Barbie ornaments? Lizzie's from over the years. Star Wars? Reminds me of Jacob. The cars? Brian and Zach. The hand painted china ornaments? Memories of when my grandmother had her sight and could still paint so intricately. The foam frames with school pictures in them? Memories of years past and reminders of how old the kids are getting. Blue's Clues? I remember watching that show over and over and over. The list goes on and on.
Thankful for the ornaments that hang on our tree and the memories that come with them.
Brian's mom makes ornaments for us every year. Not only do we have these, we also have the ones Brian made as a child.
The ornament we bought on our anniversary. Our anniversary date is on the other side.
One of the porcelain ornaments my grandma hand-painted
One of our many Hallmark ornaments.
Another treasure from my grandma.
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