A Perfect End to this Day in the Rain

This picture of K in our back yard yesterday morning is such a gentle moment.
She has the kitten wrapped in her arms and trying to introduce her to the snow, much to it's annoyance and tolerance.


Christmas sure changes as you grow older and become Santa and try to make it all that you know you little ones expect it to be.
It is also about being with family and those you love.

As I am estranged from my family I feel a sense of sadness that I cannot give my kids that part of me.
At this time of year I seem to notice it more than usual.

I am richly loved by J's family and for that I am forever greatful.
They have taken me under their wings and allowed me to be me and be a part of the great experience and chaos that is a family.

I do grieve that I cannot give my family to my children, that they do not know my parents, as I once knew them.
Although it is a blessing in disguise I still feel that I owe it to my ladies to fill in the gaps by doing as much stuff to create our own family and our own traditions and memories.

Tonight was one of those rich nights that we got to share with many others at the Florence Filberg House.

It was a old time, by the fire, PJ wearing, winter story reading and tree decorating time.

Our Big Earth put it on and really captured the spirit of the season.

The home was decorated so amazingly and I was in awe as we walked around the beautiful home that once was owned by the Filberg Family and is now a museum/heritage home.

Its a Bake Sale brought in some fabulous gluten free, vegan treats that I will be telling the world about....Yummy!!!

The night was so fun and the atmosphere was thick with Christmas and giddy kids running around.

And as we drove home E fell asleep and K and I patched our differences of the day.

Now I am exhausted and feel weepy with the tingle of Christmas Spirit.