Saturday morning at ballet lessons (the girls, not mine) I got a text from my husband, “Let’s go get a new Christmas Tree. One with the lights already built in and easy to put up.”
“Ok!” I excitedly reply (well I felt excited but only relied that… shopping duh! Something new for the house…Of course! Husband suggesting spending money… I do not hesitate.)
Two hours at the store looking for just the right tree left us treeless. No tree at the store was full enough, tall enough or made us think, “That’s the one!”
That night I sat indian style on the floor with camera in hand. I was ready to capture a moment. The girls giggled and gasped as they picked up ornaments from the red, green and pink stripped cloth ornament container.
“Make sure you spread them out,” I told them.
“You got that one on your first Christmas Olivia,” I reminisced.
“That one was Grandma’s.”
“You made that one last year in pre-school Francine,” I reminded her.
Each ornament had a story.
Our tree is our story.
It is beautiful. It is our hand-me-downed Christmas Tree from my husband’s mom. It is the tree that hold colored lights like the ones my husband grew up with. It is the tree that sparkles with garland my mother taught me to hang. It is the tree that hold our ornaments. It is perfect.
I can not help be filled with warmth as I look at the tree. It reminds me of my childhood and tells me the holidays are really here.
So while I was certain I would have nothing to offer for the Just.Be.Enough link up this week, I am again surprised by the impact this group of woman has had on me, my life and my outlook on life.
The best presents of all are often the simple things in life….a day, an activity, a tree, my family, a story, an ornament…. a feeling!
Complete warm your body, make you smile, happiness!
I am writing, posting and linking up to share my voice.
I am doing my part to carry the weight of
confidence and empowerment.
I am sharing the mission of empower and inspire
to remind women, parents and children
that the time has come to celebrate
themselves…ourselves… myself!
It’s your turn now…
