Hard to believe Christmas has come and gone. I survived.
Christmas time is always a bit painful for me.
Partially because it's a reminder of how my life has taken a different path than I had planned. (Not a worse or better plan, only different.) I always imagined by this time in my life I would be married with children. My family would have our own little home to decorate and fill with traditions and I'd be finished with school.
Sometimes I get bitter and sad.
I don't have the husband, the kids or the home.
(I do have TONS of people who love me, an internship *that's 1/2 way done* that I love and 24 kids who I adore! I really can't complain about that)
And then I kick myself, stop doing that, and try to find a way that I can fill that hole in my life and help someone else.
So, I "visited Santa" to make sure that all of my friends under the age of 10 got custom letters from the Jolly man himself. *Kris Kringle and I have VERY similar writing styles. WEIRD!
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| A few of my local favorites! |
I made Gifts for all 24 of my kids.
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| Hair Clips for the girls |
I stayed up til the wee hours of the morning to make my kids rainbow Jello.
I made bread for all my friends at school.
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| Homemade Cinnamon Chip and White bread! |
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| The Finished presents wrapped and ready to go! |
When we went Christmas Caroling, we stopped at one of my kids' houses. I think he waved at me about 20 times while we were singing.
And I come to understand better, as I serve others, how much my Savior loves me.
