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I wanted to give my girls something each year that would be special.  I started each one a collection, Kayla, nutcrackers and Candace, snow globes.  Each year I give them a new one.  Kayla now has 18 and we decided that was enough and now we are going to start giving her a decoration each year.  The plan is when they start their own home they will take their collection and decorations with them and have something to get them started.

Kayla’s nutcrackers are displayed over my kitchen cabinets.  It is the perfect place to display so many!

Kayla's nutcrackers

Kayla's nutcrackers

The rest of the crackers

The rest of the crackers

Candace’s snow globes are scattered around our den.

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It is also that time to decorate the tree.  We each have a job.  Keith makes a million and one trips to the basement.  Kayla puts up her nutcrackers.  Candace and I put out the nativity scene.  My least favorite job is to make all the limbs of the tree look “real” and there to not be any holes when you look at it.  It takes FOREVER!  Keith and Kayla put of the lights (Keith must borrow neighbor, Steve’s, ladder each year) and the angel tree topper that has basically lost her lights and her wings are not so pretty.  Then we all decorate the tree together.  We have a great time.  It does not take to long and we are all happy to see Keith headed back down to the basement with the empty boxes.

Christmas tree 2008

Christmas tree 2008

The Fam

The Fam

Tis the season to be jolly and thankful for such a wonderfully family.

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Breathing

I wear tennis shoes all day. During the summer my feet get so tired of being closed up. They get hot and sweaty. The first thing I want to do when I get home is take my shoes off and let my toes breathe. Next, it is the harness (bra), I cannot wait to let the team lose. So there on the steps, at the front door, that has windows, sits my shoes, my socks, my work shirt and my bra. My old t-shirts are soft cotton and breathe. In my defense, when I get home I am starting dinner and getting things going so I must get comfortable quickly. I WEAR POLYESTER ALL DAY, my body CANNOT BREATHE!!

My friend has warned me about sleeping naked, she says what if your kids need you, what if there is a fire; I say, I have a robe and hopefully I will ALWAYS remember to grab it. It is not about being seen, (I would die and need therapy if I was ever seen–BUT I would not be–BECAUSE I am very careful. It is about not being bound up, hot and getting to feeling fresh air on my skin. I am sure I breath through my toes. When under the covers I like one toe out, I think I breathe better.

Every summer my family, my parents, my brothers, sister and all their children (25 of us) go to the beach together. At least once, while I am in the ocean and the rest of the family is on the beach, I take my swim suit off and wave it at my family. (this year my daughter participated) My neice and nephews do not seem scarred for life and I believe might be disappointed if I did not follow this tradition. No one sees anything and I just love the freedom. I figure the glare from my white skin is probably fending off the sharks for everyone in a 50 mile radius!

I dare you, walk on the wild side, when it is safe, sleep naked, just once! You will loveeeeee it or maybe not!

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Sunday lunch

I miss Kayla at the oddest moments. Wells of emotions come up from no where, they catch me, grab my heart and squeeze.

This summer before Kayla left for college last week we did not see her a lot. (I think she was trying to get us used to her not being around, lol) When I left for work she was a sleep, when I came home she was up and ready to go out. We ate some lunches together, she was home some for dinner, and we shopped together for college needs. The pool was fun for Candace, Kayla and I, but usually she was ready to go explore the city with Joseph and Joe.

There was no pattern this summer when we would see Kayla EXCEPT every Sunday lunch. Kayla went to her church, we went to ours and then we all came home and ate lunch together and usually hung out together. It was never an elaborate lunch. Many days we made a simple lunch of sandwiches, salads or tuna fish. We usually fixed it together and then we three girls went to the pool or shopping. Eating lunch at home on Sunday has been the one constant we have had over the last year.

As I was laying in bed this morning I was planning the day and what we would have for lunch. I did not realize until then that she would not be home for lunch today. WOW, I never thought Sunday lunch would be so emotional for me. I am weeping as I write this and realize once again the depth of my love for Sissy.

Candace is sick today so her and I did not go to church today, we will need to find something to eat around here, but I can tell you next Sunday after church we will probably stop at Wendy’s or Moes on the way home.  For a while, I don’t think I want to eat Sunday lunch at home.

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