Early morning planning by the glow of a long standing tradition.
The hum of the day ahead slowly creeping in, but for now…stillness.
Gazing upon shiny decorations hanging next to plain ones made with love. Some generations old, some recently made by young hands and festive giggles. Nothing perfectly placed, but in the chaos–beauty.
Sharing in this quiet moment the peace and joy felt by generations of old, and generations to come. Feeling the threads of time binding us together in the here and now.
Visualizing all the moments these ornaments have seen.
Knowing, each year, when the cold weather blows in and the house smells of sugar and spice, they will reemerge from their dusty box to see another season of tradition, love, laughter, and giving.
It’s the little things… –V
Joy and Soulshine 