It is Monday afternoon as I write. Thanksgiving came and the rain followed, leaving the air cool enough to need a light wrap. Lord willing, the coming days will be filled with putting out what little Christmas decorations I can get away with. Having my almost nine-month old granddaughter around, crawling all over creation, and pulling up on everything, gives me pause for just how much I should do this year. I tend to fall on the side of minimal anyway. I suspect this year will be even more so.
These images are some of my favorites from November and remind me how fragile and fleeting life's special moments are, and how important it is to tuck them away in our hearts for revisiting again on some distant evening.
Our darling Arabella, playing her mommy's little red piano. She loves music and I would love nothing more than to teach her how to play piano one of these days.
Whenever the grandniece I call sugar plum comes to play, I can't get the two of them still long enough to capture much on film, but whenever I do, I sometimes end up with an unexpected duplication of the days when their mommies played together.
All wrapped up and ready to roll.
Is there anything more precious than a sleeping baby?
Some days, I'm caught off-guard by moments of sweetness, by the way she looks from a certain angle. I know, from experience, just how swiftly she is changing, minute-by-minute.
My little church buddy.
Somebody discovered the Kleenex box.
It's all good.
Thanksgiving moments to cherish.
Until next time, dear friends, may the coming month find your hearts filled with the kind of Christmas cheer that only Christ can give.