There’s no place like home…and plain white …onesies

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Love and Blessings, The Tadey

The Nativity and the Penguin

We have an assortment of old decorations from when my husband was a boy.  Several, including the Santa and reindeer for the roof, were left behind at our old house. Some, like the jumbo old school colored strands of lights are just scary expensive to use. My electric bill would be crazy. The small four piece Nativity scene made the move, and while they look pretty worn out I still insist they be put on display every year.

Our first winter in this home, a snowstorm buried Baby Jesus. When the snow melted we discovered the flimsy manger had snapped. We were now down to just the three main characters, nothing to put Baby Jesus in, and Mr. B. was going to just send them to Goodwill. I asked him to give me some time to think of something to safely put the lighted plastic baby in and he obliged.

He then went outside to hang my Dollar Store garland and bows and plug up the giant blow up snowman and penguin that his parents passed down to us a few years ago. After two years of snow and wind, he learned to put them at the end of the porch, closer to the house, rather than out in the middle of the yard. He did a wonderful job, even with a penguin that had seen better days.

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I uncovered my yard flag from a box of lost things and hung it by the steps.

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Then I devised a plan to get Baby Jesus back into the yard, lit up, with fresh light bulbs, hopefully protected from the snow.

I did think of something. Pretty cool if you asked me; however, hubby came home and insisted 100 watt lightbulbs were not safe and he replaced them with something smaller. My little 3 piece Nativity might be half the size of his winter display – mine shines brighter even in the daylight.

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Merry Christmas everyone!

Love and Blessings, The Tadey

The gift of a letter

IMAG2031During my last visit with my mom, we went through some old family things she had found. Random pictures of people we never knew, postcards from places we’ve only dreamed of going, and letters in handwriting so proper and beautiful you would think an angel wrote it. The words were so kind, so filled with love. You could tell the writer and recipient missed each other dearly. The shared secrets and adventures never expecting anyone else to ever read them. They weren’t writing for attention or glory, only to share their life, their thoughts and their feelings with someone important to them.

 

Then I started thinking about all the letter’s that are in the Bible. I starting thinking about how God shared his love for us, shared real experiences with us, and provided us with directions for our lives through the letters Paul and others wrote. Thirteen books of the Bible are all letters written by Paul. How wonderful is that?!! I can barely write out a thank you card that is more than three lines and yet Paul wrote enough letters to fill THIRTEEN books of the Bible! 

 

Then I started wondering….

How would my loved ones feel instead of buying them a crappy gift I wrote them a letter. An honest to goodness, pen to paper, more than three lines of what you mean to me, a memory I remember of us together, something special that I think about when I think of them.

Time.

Thought.

Validation that you are important enough for me to remember.

 

The Bible has letters…gifts to us from a Father who loves us.

For gifts this year, I think I might write letters…

I would like to think the love might last longer than the cucumber melon bath salts.

Love and Blessings, The Tadey