Memories are funny things. Some days I’ll go into a room and forget what I went in there for. Then, some days I remember the moment my mom brought my baby brother home from the hospital. Christmas is like memory overload. The sights. The scents. The memories.
As we decorated the tree tonight we laughed at the funny ornaments the kids made in grade school. We sighed as we hung up the name ornaments for those who have passed. We took a deep breath as we finished and the boxes were empty and the tree was full.
In our house we have an ornament for every year we’ve been a family since 1988. We have a baby’s first ornament for 1981 and 1990. This year we received this beautiful one here with a bright purple gemstone. Each one has a memory attached. They are a time capsule of ours lives together. From our first Christmas together as a newly-married blended family, to adding a son to our family, to now with spouses-in-laws and grandchildren. A time capsule!