And speaking of something not being invented yesterday... one thing I remember fondly from when I was little was my Grandma using a cookie press when she baked shortbread cookies. My shortbread recipe is for a drop type cookie, but I must have been feeling a little sentimental because I dug out my press and gave it a try. I just love how my cookies turned out... very vintage-ish and Chriatmasy and just like my Grandma's! They're even baked on her old pan!
We spent Monday night helping my parents decorate their tree... we brought pizza and homemade danish, shared a bottle of wine, and had a really nice evening. My mom hurt her leg a couple of weeks ago and will be on crutches for the holidays, and I know my dad was happy for the help (even though we left quite a mess behind!) It was wonderful to watch my girls place the fragile vintage ornaments that belonged to my grandparents on the tree. (For some reason, I CAN NOT get blogger to upload the pictures of those ornaments.) They really are beautiful - even the original boxes are keepsakes!
And now this morning I'm feeling a little draggy, even though I have a lot to do. It's December 10th, and 10 years ago was a very hard day. I had a rough time with a miscarriage, and at the same time my girlfriend from highschool gave birth to twins. I'm not sure why this is on my mind today more than usual... 10 years has brought a lot of change and growth into our family. I love that God's given me a great life with so many memories, even though they're not all good. Everything is just so small compared with eternity.
Julianna told me yesterday that she doesn't get excited for Christmas any more... I think it was something to do with her having lost the childlike excitement of it all. In some ways, she's so mature... but she's still so little. Heck, I'M still so little! I pray that NONE OF US loses that Chriatmas morning excitement. We're celebrating the birth of Christ... that's the big package under the tree. If we look at it through the eyes of a child, everything else is just the icing on top. And the memories are the sprinkles.
I must be getting older, because I'm enjoying the sprinkles almost more than enything else.