For over 20 years, I’ve been collecting Christmas ornaments for my three sons.
I would see them on my trees and anticipate the day when they would no longer hang on my branches and proudly announce that I was gathering these ornaments for a very special moment.
All over the world – El Salvador, Peru, Germany, in Maine, Florida and beyond, I saw ornaments and brought them home and remembered to tell my olive shoots that one day when they got married, those gifts would go to live in their homes to be enjoyed by their own families.
It was joyful seeing all the lovely tokens and memories on my trees. There is a sushi ornament, a snowman mowing a lawn, a giant “X” because that’s my middle son’s middle initial, the homemade Christmas bell Nate made when he was a wee little boy, so many I want to tell you about each one!
Oh and the enormous sparkly ball that Aaron faithfully prominently puts on our largest tree (a family tradition)…
This year after the holidays, I saw my hands doing the thing I had promised long ago.
Something that caused my heart to tug.
I packed those ornaments I had long saved in two separate boxes
Because two of my olive shoots are getting married. I see this as a good thing, a wonderful thing actually, but it also makes me a little sad.
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