Sometimes a gift is just perfect. Like the little pottery dish that sits on the little round green table. It holds rocks that we picked up on the beach on Cape Cod. And any heart shape rocks that the STP hauls home from wherever in his pockets.
(What's it gots in its pocketsss, Precious?) Mostly the rocks just sit in the dish, but sometimes they crawl out and arrange themselves in the sun spots.
And these wooden letters. I am always glad to take them out of the Christmas boxes and arrange them on top of the hutch.
(They can not arrange themselves because it is too high for them to crawl up there all by themselves. Plus, unlike the rocks, they are clearly believers in intelligent design.)
Two Christmas gifts from years gone by that bless my heart.
Enjoying the little things this evening. A movie with my guys. Snuggling with the SLD.
Making a grocery list and checking it twice. Some more of my favorite words:
pecans
cornflakes
brown sugar
red jello
crushed pineapple
grapes
cream cheese
sour cream
green chilies
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