I have the joy of spending a morning each week with a group of really great moms and their super cute babies. We gather to chat and visit, share food and recipes, stories and laughter. Sometimes we talk about some serious stuff and some times not. It is sweet precious fellowship.
We’ve had a baby boom recently. We’re even missing one of our little friends in this picture.
Once we did the above picture we noticed our little friend setting up her babies for a photo op.
Besides eating and visiting some of the moms crochet, knit and do other stitching work. I just take pictures and offer food 🙂
The kids are really good at playing and getting along for the most part.
They can be pretty goofy.
I’m blessed by my friendship with these young moms. They make me a better mother…friend…they bless me more than they know.
I’ll be honest, I just wasn’t feeling it. I even toyed with the idea of just skipping it today. I felt uninspired and not really motivated to come up with a picture of the day.
But instead of not doing it…of not pulling my camera out (ok off the desk shelf) I went ahead and made my self do it. I made myself look for inspiration. And I was gently reminded of a great truth. Often times we may think the answer is found in one direction when in reality it is in another. A simple thing like flipping my lens backwards to do reverse macro reminded me of that.
My house still smells like Christmas.
And we bought more lights but that still isn’t enough so the oldest is making a Walmart run for more.
Another batch of fudge to go along with the batch of peanut butter fudge from yesterday is cooling on the counter.
Cookies and fudge balls still to be made. Why fudge balls when we have two ginormous pans of fudge already? Because it’s a different recipe with a different texture that is perfect for these little fudge balls that my beloved adores. (All the prep is due to the fact that we’ll be celebrating Christmas tomorrow with some of my family.)
The other children have moved from putting hooks on ornaments while singing “I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas” to seeing who can stand on their head the longest.
I love my life.
It happened our very first Christmas. My beloved, the man I had forever joined my life to, actually suggested we put our Christmas tree in the spare bedroom.
Since then we have struck a balance and tempered each other’s enthusiasm, or lack thereof.
But I have to say that he did it this year. He has redeemed himself from that horrible first Christmas faux pas.
He brought home the biggest most beautiful Christmas tree that ever was.
This tree is so big that Santa himself could hide in it.
It’s so big and beautiful that I am reasonably sure I clapped my hands and squealed like a little girl.
Growing up I loved decorating our tree. Half squished handmade ornaments and the tinsel! Oh, my goodness that silvery slippery sparkle just delighted my soul. My trees now look quite different. I tried that beautiful silvery sparkle and cleaned up for months afterwards once and do not feel compelled to experience it again as an adult as well as the chief housekeeper. (God bless my dear Mother.)
But tomorrow we’ll trim the tree with red and gold and lights. Lots and lots of beautiful sparkly lights.
And each night we’ll turn the regular lights off and just sit in the simple glow of this big beautiful tree.
It’s the simple things that give so much pleasure. Like the fact that my house now smells like Christmas.
The I-really-want-some fudge-so-I-am-going-to-make-some-and-blame-it-on-the-holiday tradition yielded a mighty tasty confection. It also yielded quite a lot. Like, seriously a lot. So I shared some this morning at my weekly moms group and had a few friends mumble their hatred for my new tradition through a mouthful of fudgy goodness. There’s plenty left, and by plenty I mean well over half a pan, so I am taking it for dessert at our church dinner tonight.
This recipe is definitely a keeper but I think it will only be made to give out as a gift or for parties and such. I had no idea it would make so dang much. I guess my friends better get ready because I really want to try a peanut butter fudge. That one I may have to give away for the sake of my own waistline.