The first cheer of the season is from our dear Eithne...
Fine, Stitch...show off...Sorry Eithne..
The holiday outfit for Lynsey's doll.
.Can you believe the work, the knitting, the pleated skirt.
The little snowman pin, the gloves, the bow...
xxxxoooo Eithne!!
The slap happy mantel decoration..wreath from Guatemala
and, lights from IKEA
With three children and three cats...LED lighting is the safer approach.
My birthday was the17th.
It was hard.
My love was no where to be found.
I have had emails galore, texts, cards and three birthday parties
Saturday night a beautiful Christmas party.
The core problem was still there.
Grief has a will of its own.
Thank you..Stephanie for cheering my day with a lovely cake...
and three darlings singing the birthday song
Love lifts me up..
A big thanks for all the support and parties from my Wednesday night group and three darlings singing the birthday song
Love lifts me up..
and the emails and cards and wishes from everyone.
MP knitted the washcloth in my kitchen colors..
My Winey Widows quilting group gave me fat quarters, friendship
and a lovely dinner.
and a lovely dinner.
Holiday grief ...wham...Uncontrollable.
How can I cry so??
How can I be so sad??
Look what I have to make me happy!!
So proud to share the holidays with the kids...
They are thriving.
They are thriving.
Gratitude...and love...
Six year old Dylan receives his black belt...yeah!!!
Catching up with his siblings...
It is hard to be the third child.
..His aunts could not come, His mother could not come.
I am not sure he minded...
He was happy with Ms Stephanie, Grandma, his siblings and the $5 I gave him in pride.
It is hard to be the third child.
..His aunts could not come, His mother could not come.
I am not sure he minded...
He was happy with Ms Stephanie, Grandma, his siblings and the $5 I gave him in pride.
My DIL rides another roller coaster of grief and addiction.
The holidays make things worse.
So I guess I will have a new SIL even though my DIL of 12 years is not really
my DIL and my own son is still in the woods, homeless on Heroin.
It gets so complicated. I try to remember Vicktor Frankl
I try to remember gratitude.
I try to remember that I am not in control of anything but myself...
And hardly that even..It is true that I do not post when I am in despair.
No school tomorrow...all the I-pads are plugged in.
And I am sleeping in...Yeah!!
And so the holidays start..
Joy (e) with an e....please email me your address...so we can chat...lol
The holidays make things worse.
So I guess I will have a new SIL even though my DIL of 12 years is not really
my DIL and my own son is still in the woods, homeless on Heroin.
It gets so complicated. I try to remember Vicktor Frankl
I try to remember gratitude.
I try to remember that I am not in control of anything but myself...
And hardly that even..It is true that I do not post when I am in despair.
No school tomorrow...all the I-pads are plugged in.
And I am sleeping in...Yeah!!
And so the holidays start..
Joy (e) with an e....please email me your address...so we can chat...lol
