Jonah has been very inspiring this Christmas season.
Helped his Momma thru her tree meltdown.
Proudly participated in Christmas Shoebox thru our church.
Used his allowance to buy a pig for a family in need.
He has been amazing.
Jonah asked me the other night why we have an angel on our tree (who was really not working well and looking pretty ragged) and not a star. I told him it was what Daddy and I bought when we got married. Jonah told me he thought we should get a new topper. He wanted to go to the store and get a Christmas star. His reason - "Because Jesus is the reason Mommy! He had a Christmas Star and so should we."
Friday, December 3, 2010
Christmas is my most favourite time of year. Everyone who knows me well knows that. I love everything about it.
Especially the Christmas trees.
We have a beautiful, big, bushy colourful tree. I love it. It was expensive when we bought it, but so worth it.
Moving into a smaller house means things have to be sacrificed. I knew that moving here. But I never imagined it would be my beloved tree that I would have to sacrifice.
It didn't fit!! No where. Unless I removed furniture, which I seriously considered doing.
I was upset (hence no pictures) but that wasn't the worst of it.
We went out to buy a "slim" style tree - which no offense to anyone who has one, but they just don't make me happy.
I went with Martha Stewart - can't go wrong with her can I??
YES I CAN!
This tree was terrible. I wanted to launch it out the back door! It was worse than a Charlie Brown Tree.
Martha should be ashamed to put her name on that piece of crap.
I cried. Jonah saw me cry and I felt bad.
I went out, had to just leave the decorating because I couldn't deal with any other mishaps. While I was out, Sean and Jonah bought another tree and put it up.
When I came home, my sweet boy said to me "Mommy, it doesn't matter what the tree looks like, as long as we put a lot of love in it, it will be beautiful!"
I cried again. And honestly, the tree isn't that bad.
Smoochrellas all around for my men. They certainly know how to make me happy.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
I love tattoos.
On both guys and gals.
I especially love tattoos that have meaning.
Yesterday, I got another tattoo.
This is tattoo number FIVE.
That may seem like a lot to some....cough, cough, my parents......but they are in places that are not always shown.
Wrist, foot, lower back, right hip and now........
......my left side.
Like all of my tats, this has meaning.
It holds the name of my boy, his birthdate and his birth flower - a violet.
I love my new ink.
I already have number six planned!
Shhhh, don't tell my mom.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I love my church. I really do.
The messages are always clear and uplifting.
I have never been to a service where I haven't laughed or cried.
Brooklin Village does many wonderful things to help those in need.
One of those wonderful things is Operation Christmas Shoebox.
Everyone is asked to take one, two, ten boxes to fill.
The requested items are things we often take for granted.
Combs, toothbrushes, a small stuffy.
Jonah was proud to stuff four boxes.
Something so simple. A box of needs for those in need.
At the service, the children all carry the boxes to the front so we as a congregation can see the good that is being done.
It was a beautiful sight!
A few pics from service:
Jonah with Pastor Peter and 2 of his boxes.Jonah being silly with Pastor Dean - or quite possibly, the other way around.