Yesterday I brought home five boxes of books I had left in my parents’ basement. Now, to find space for gems I forgot I had in an already full bookshelf.
After wrestling with the tree stand on Saturday, here’s a little update. I waited a day to decorate, worried that the tree might topple. And… topple it did. Three days later. It now leans heavily against my desk. The ornaments survived but the poinsettia my brother gave me looks a little worse for wear.
I had the pleasure of having a long, wandering conversation with this man today. My dad is wise, sweet, and thoughtful. It’s funny that it surprises me that we have a lot in common. On a day when I felt a real need to search for answers, Dad helped me see the questions in a whole new way. (at Mom and Dad’s Place)