This post is a response to a writing prompt for my eighth grade class: Write an autobiographical narrative. The theme is Christmas. Today I’ll share a bad Christmas story. Tomorrow, it will be a pleasant one. So here we go…
I love the week of Christmas because it is the time of the year where the message that Christ gave is told all over the country. People telling other people that they are important. You are important enough for me to take the time to listen to you sing. You are important enough for me to bake these cookies and make you smile. You are important enough for me to sacrifice my sanity in the hopes that you will know you are valued. Christ’s message goes a little further, but this week shows people who won’t admit it really know the message.
“Train up a child on the way they should go and they will not depart from it.” This is taken to heart in Small Town, Montana. Community involvement is important. When the kids do something noteworthy, people are there to support them. Last night we were taken on […]
So…..in the last blog I mentioned that my shopping isn’t done. Not because this blogger is a procrastinator. That would be an easy cure, somebody would say something like, “get your act together sister girl,” and I would do it. My shopping isn’t done, because I bought presents […]
This time of the year, the web is aflutter with excited kid responses, to gifts they receive. The kid starts screaming and runs all over the furniture. The sight is so unusual the family dog can be seen in the corner of the screen, stunned in stillness. I […]
My youngest son Charlie has a look of pure delight when he is with his brother Chris. It is a look I have seen for fifteen years. When Charlie couldn’t walk he’d watch Chris-his eyes taking in every action. Now he is fifteen and tortuously (is that even […]