Today when I picked up Celeste from Ms. Linda's, she was so excited to see me that she must have hugged me 5 or 6 times, very tightly. She is such a sweetheart and of all of the surprises that life brings, she was definitely the best. You can't imagine how incredible it feels to have someone so tiny and innocent think that you are wonderful and awesome and is so full of love for you, unless you have a child of your own. It's an amazing responsibility, one that I hope I don't fail her on.
We were smiling and taking silly pictures for Daddy on the way home. Just for fun.
When we got home, I finally pulled out the wreath I made last year from storage, and hung it on the front door. (Man, I need to get a storm door and re-stain our front door.) Celeste kept saying, "Mommy, I like your wrooth!" instead of wreath, ha ha. So cute! That's what she called it last year when she was only 3 years old, and apparently she remembers that way and thinks that is the only way you say "wreath."
I remember being so excited last year about making this wreath. I looked for the right ribbon, the right picks and pieces, and the perfect little snowman, all of it took a while to put together (a month maybe?). I even purchased a pack of battery-operated mini LED lights and strung them on here. But I don't use them, they're the extremely bright-white (almost blue) color.
Lastly, an old coworker sent me an email today with the following picture in it. I thought it was cute; it reminded me of Celeste using our stool to decorate the Christmas tree a few weeks ago. Have I mentioned that I love this time of year?
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