Standing on the landing with your back to Fall Blessings, you face this display. It is full and cluttered, but each object is special. Meaningful.
The sister picture lives there year-round under the star, because we are super-stars. I love my kindred spirits and how they keep me grounded.
Underneath is a bowl selected at Soup Night last spring. I love the tree etched into the pottery. I wish the artist had scratched a name in the back, but it remains anonymous.
To the left is the annual family picture. I love to see it every day many times a day. Close-by lies an interesting rock, just because it fits.
To the right is a ceramic mother sheep with her babies, a gift from long ago. This captures my love for sheep and for the Good Shepherd who gently leads those who are with young, who gently led me for so many years, who continues to lead me as I grow older.
Underneath it all lies a scarf, a gift from Africa. I use this as a runner. It reminds me of the gift of community and friendship.
Propped up for the season is the pumpkin patch picture that brought on tears when I got it out.
There is always a story.
Ever so many years ago, before Aunt Bear and Uncle P were married, they took three littles to the pumpkin patch one fall. I honestly can’t remember many details from that season of life, so I am grateful for pictures.
The top picture is daughter one. The middle is son one joining her. The bottom adds precious babygirl two. Such sweetness.
I am grateful for younger siblings who have loved my children well and captured memories for me and made memories for my children when I was in a fog. These pictures are so, so precious. I love these little people who have grown into adults who continue to bless my heart.
Throwing it back! Enjoy your day.