Clump #129: Assemble and wrap birthday presents.
Around here, present-giving doesn’t end after December 25th. My younger daughter’s birthday follows quickly on the heels of Christmas … our little Christmas angel. When I was pregnant and due around this time, many people told me all sorts of negative anecdotes about having a birthday on or near Christmas, but she has never seemed to suffer. Maybe because we have always celebrated her half-birthday in June with my husband’s side of the family.
This is a milestone year for us. We will no longer have teenagers in our immediate family. Our younger daughter made teenager-hood too enjoyable a stage, so I’m feeling unexpected sadness …
but our holiday house guests are helping to distract me from it. Here is a snippet of conversation from this morning as I cleared newspapers off of the table to set up for breakfast:
Putting the papers on the chair, below, I said, “Another clump is born.” My older daughter responded, “Welcome to the world little clump.” “Like an acorn growing into a mighty oak,” I replied. My older sister added, “Soon you will be blog-worthy!”
It was a good day to get the clumps out of my head by taking a walk with my husband and niece.
I have the annoying habit of needing to stop frequently to take photos, so it was good to have a nice niece along to keep my husband company while I caught up.
I was impressed by the green popping up through a dusting of snow.
Just when I think I won’t find any beauty in the dull-colored world of winter …
it’s as if Mother Nature dares me not to be swept away by lovely sights.
Beauty in the dead of winter, like sweetness in the fury of adolescence.