Gulp. I just realized that I haven’t posted since November. Granted, I’ve had a lot happening in my life, but shouldn’t I be blogging the most at times like this? Instead I drew into my turtle shell. However, since this is Wordless Wednesday, I will skip the writing and catch up using photos!. Pictures of Christmas, that is; I had the flu–influenza flu, not tummy flu–and George had to work both days, I missed my family horribly, but I had plenty of reading for school:
Our first Christmas ornament, hand-blown German glass (above)A crocheted star by one of my grandmothers (above)and (Funny the way this black and white version reminds me so much of my childhood Christmases.)
And speaking of childhood Christmases, my favorite part was always Midnight Mass.It was very hard to miss Midnight Mass at Incarnation, the church where I grew up, buried my dad, made my First Communion, Confirmation, and got married (a friend took this picture). actually, we tried to make it, after George got home from work. After driving 45 minutes in near-blizzard conditions, we arrived at Incarnation at about ten minutes before midnight, only to discover that Midnight Mass is now at, um, ten pm. Next year, we are going to the Basilica!
But still, we got a couple of “family portraits” and I managed to get most of our cards out:
“That is the joyful message of Christmas night: if the little child who was born in Bethlehem is truly the Son of God, then from that moment on everything becomes possible”–Cistercian Abbott Andre Louf
Which reminds me that I almost forgot to add our little creche, complete with a cocker spaniel come to adore the Baby Jesus!