Merry Christmas, with Piece and Love!

I’ve been up a while.  Not a long while, but long enough to greet the day with reflection.

Hubby and dog still sleeping upstairs.

Grown-up younger son sleeping downstairs.

I think he forgot to turn off his alarm on his phone, it went off precisely at 7am, which is the time he usually gets up for work.  The tune sounds like a music box, filtering up through the ceiling above where he was sleeping to me, pulling me out of my dreams.

Christmas is filled with such simple joys this year.

A cozy fireplace.

A scented candle.

Home baked cookies that are snatched off the cooling rack as soon as I place them there.  I watch big grown-up child hands sticking fingers in the cookie dough, and the smile across his face brings to mind the sweet child he once was – still is—within that 6’4” body.

My heart swells with love, gratitude, and a mother's pride over the man her boy-child has become.

Today will be simple, just the three of us, and of course our thoughts will be with the one son not able to make it and wishing he were here.

I’m also so proud of my elder son, Jason.  A hard worker, a tender heart, always ready with a smile and willing to give whatever he can to get the job done.  He worked the closing shift at his job last night, and works the opening shift tomorrow which makes the drive up here from South Carolina just not worth it for one day, and I understand.  But I miss him and his absence is felt.

Our family tradition includes a movie matinee before coming home to our Christmas dinner, so we’ve chosen to go see The Hobbit this afternoon.

After dinner, Jeff will head back down the mountain toward home because he, too has to be at work tomorrow morning.

Last Night’s Movie Fest:  Back to the Future Trilogy!

Jeff on one couch with the dog, the Hubster on the other, and me in my comfy chair, feet up on the ottoman binding to the glow of my IKEA lamp!  I’m happy to say that the Big Blue Boise Monstrosity is completely bound and has been handed over for the guys to fight over!

There are still a couple bindings to work on over the next couple of days:  My Carolina Chain needs the hanging sleeve sewn down, and I still have yet to start the binding, sleeve and label on Box Kite.

However..this is shaping up nicely:

Blue and neutrals, Scrappy Log Cabin Love!

I posted the following poem last year, and should have last night, but we were deep in binding fest 2014!  ((And laughing at Back to the Future since they were visiting 2015!  How come we don’t have flying cars yet??))

'Twas the night before Christmas,

And the quilts were not made.

The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.

The stockings weren't hung, the pantry was bare.

The poor weary Quilter, was tearing her hair.

Stacks of fat quarters, tipped over in streams.

Visions of Log Cabins, had turned into dreams.

When what to her wondering eyes should appear,

But a bus full of quilters with all of their gear.

They went straight to work with just a few mutters,

Sorting and stitching and brandishing cutters.

The patterns emerged from all of the clutter,

Like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter

Log Cabins, Lone Stars, Flying Geese & Bear Tracks

Each quilt was a beauty-even the backs.

Her house how it twinkled, her quilts how they glowed.

The cookies were baking, the stockings were sewed.

Their work was all done, so they folded their frames,

And packed up their needles, without giving their names.

They boarded the bus, and checked the next address.

More quilts to be made, another quilter in distress.

She heard one voice echo, as they drove out of sight,

Happy quilting to all and to all a good night!

~Author Unknown

Merry Merry, Happy Happy, Quilty Quilty Y'all!!


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