Austin came home today with two ornaments for our tree. He was so excited to find just the right spot to put them. I cherish all these little homemade doodads, because I know it won't be long before they stop bringing home glue snowmen, and pottery ornaments, and laminated Christmas trees .
Our tree marks the passage of time. So many things on our tree remind me of loved ones who have passed on.
My mom gave me angels for our first tree when we moved into our house in 1996. The bulb on the right is from the cache of vintage 1940s, Shiny Brite bulbs that Jerry and Greg found in an attic of a foreclosure in 2009. I really can't look at our tree and not think of my mom and Jerry.
Mrs. S from Chicago sent us this ornament for Austin's first Christmas in 2005. I think of her whenever I hang it.
Ms. Pat, who was a preschool teacher for all my kids, made this angel for Austin in 2009. This was only months before losing her battle to cancer.
There are so many more like this on our tree, and while all of these things have no worldly monetary value, and don't make an especially perfect looking tree, when placed together, they are a treasure to me.
These children, my children's surrogate cousins, are a treasure to me as a well. You really can choose your family.
They are growing up so quickly. Someday I'll take out the faded, ripped, laminated, picture ornaments and wonder how it all went so fast??