Two days, both holding two different meanings for me. Firstly, my first born turned 14. We opened presents, we gathered the larger family together to have food and celebrate,....
...we ate cake, we laughed, we listened to music...
....we gave him his own door key (thank you Claire for the idea), with a keyring made by the fabulous Pippa. Go take a peek at her shop ...she can do bespoke items too :o). As I was in the kitchen for most of the day I also made the Christmas puds.
Second day...the six year anniversary marking the day my Mum died. I still dwell on the details of the day, even though I know I shouldn't. I know I would get loads more christmassy things done if I weren't counting down the days until this day, but.... on the actual day (the 21st) I'm actually ok. I light a candle, my mood lifts, I think of her, I made two lots of soap in preparation for my first craft fairs, I made the cards for the boys and the Hubby...
...I made some hanging snowmen for two other lovely friends from the home ed group. By the end of the night I was very excited about Christmas again. I dreamt about her overnight...she came to see me...she's still there, in my heart :o).
