The box opens, and I pull out the small evergreen tree. On each branch, I string brilliant purple lights because it was her favorite color. I can almost hear her call my name as I unwrap each ornament that she saved. I hear her tell me the stories of the kids from her many years in the classroom whose names are delicately etched on some of the them. I can tell that they were written by pre-school hands who had just learned how to write because she had taught them.
She whispers memories of my brother, sister and I as I hang our hand made ornaments. One was my first cross stitching project when I was in junior high. Each one is delicately placed so that it hangs just right. All of them are hung...even the ones who are so old they are beginning to break. Each one was a treasure to my mom. Therefore, they are a treasure to me. The tears begin to fall as my heart aches to tell her one more time how precious her life was to me. She taught me everything. She taught me how to enjoy the special moments and embrace the simple ones.
I miss my mom so very much at Christmas time! I will always put her tree up and add each ornament. I pray that I always hear her voice while I hang each one.
These pictures are from last year....I haven't taken any this year, yet. I added the purple lights this year. I will update pictures soon!