you're never too old for santa

Here it is, 4 days afterward, and I am still writing about Christmas.  But I got something special in the mail yesterday and wanted to share it.

A couple days before Christmas, I got a text from my sister Vix asking for my son's mailing address.  I texted it back, then forgot about it, although I thought to myself it was a little late for Christmas cards.  Then a couple days ago I was talking to my mum, and she asked if I'd gotten the photo of Vix yet, and I said no.  She cryptically said "just wait", and so I had to...wait.

Yesterday it arrived, along with a letter from Vix.  Here is the photo:

And here is what happened, in her own words:

As I read it, I laughed, and Christmas arrived four days late to my heart.  My goofy, dorky sister with the warped sense of humor I love gave me the best gift I could have gotten from her, the gift of laughter...and of love.

I hope as the year winds down, you take time to enjoy the small stuff.  The best things really do come in small packages.

Sometimes they come in envelopes.

~cath xo
Twitter @jonesbabie

a christmas haiku moment

{this moment} - A Friday ritual.  A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week.  A moment in time I want to capture, to savor and remember.

“This Moment” is a ritual I found on Pamanner's Blog, via Life inspired by the Wee Man adopted from SouleMama.  Check out their blogs, and if you are moved too, please leave a link to your Moment in the comment box below.


I've taken my favorite moment, combined with haiku, for a little something different today.  Hope you enjoy it.
Have a safe, memorable, Merry Christmas!


~cath xo
Twitter @jonesbabie

saturday's child

Today is a day to add to my memories. A day that would not seem special to anyone but me. Just an average day. Another day in my life.

But that is what makes it special to me.

Each dawn breathes new life into me
Each day I live is a wonder
Each grandchild's hug warms my heart
Each moment I watch life happen

Is a moment added to the love in my heart
And though my heart is filled to bursting

There is always room for one more

....memory