Christmas
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Merry Christmas
To my dear, dear bloggy friends. Merry Christmas to you. I’m so grateful for you all. Thank you for understanding my need to come and go with the seasons. I wish only to bring you the essence of me, which… Continue reading
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Merry Christmas
None of it makes a difference to me. Some of you I barely know. Some of you I have known and loved to the depths of my soul. None of it matters. Because each of you has my heart. And… Continue reading
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Carols
It’s tradition. And though the tradition has changed, it’s still just as beautiful to me. I am no longer a child. I am no longer innocent and stainless. But there is a beating heart within me that remembers. Merry Christmas,… Continue reading
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Christmas Love Hearts
Dearest Bloggy friends, Merry day, to you all. Just taking a moment to send you all the love hearts (because I can’t seem to stop myself- and because love hearts are the best). To those of you struggling to make… Continue reading
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The Christmas Spirit
The Christmas spirit never dies. The Christmas spirit is forever and always, so why put it away? Do we not become our best selves whilst wrapped in the spirit of Christmas? Me thinks we do. And so it is I… Continue reading
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The Twelfth Day of Christmas
On the twelfth day of Christmas, her sleeping babes warmed her heart from their beds. What joy might tomorrow bring for them, she wondered, remembering the magic of being a child on Christmas eve. She remembered lying in bed, listening… Continue reading
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Merry Birthday
On the tenth day of Christmas, there was a party. Two years ago (nearly) she rocketed into my world and I fell irreversibly in love. With her. My mini me. My little princess of the adorably nuts kind. Happy birthday,… Continue reading
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Smile
On the eighth day of Christmas I wondered how the steps I take with my average girl feet might change the world— even in some small way. I wondered for about a second and then I stopped wondering and just…smiled.… Continue reading
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Tonight
On the sixth day of Christmas, I craved a feeling. A specific feeling, really. I craved a couch. And a book. And me. All of us rolled up together, where nothing and no one could find us. It’s not like I… Continue reading