Today would have been my mom's 63rd birthday--I loved her birthday as a child because it meant only ten more days until Christmas! I don't think mom necessarily loved having a birthday so close to Christmas, although it did lead to her name, Joy. Today in church we lit the candle of joy for advent--I misted up quite a bit--it felt like a birthday candle, and a reminder of her deep belief.
A friend passed along this picture from my parents' wedding invitations--I love how young and gorgeous mom looks.
I have a little tree filled with ornaments mom made--this time of year feels very filled with her presence. Decorations, recipes, and dates are intimately connected with her. I think this will always be true, but hopefully the bitter will continue to leach out, leaving only the sweet.
I have been sewing lots of gifts on my mom's Bernina (sewing machine) this month--she was so amazing at sewing, and I am improving. I miss having her help, and admonition for my corner cutting. It is lovely to sew on her machine, though, to have a connection to something she touched and created with.
I have seen almost every sunrise this year--sometimes I wake up and watch them and then go back to bed--and every one is a burst of hope and renewed joy. I love you, mom--thank you for the joy of Christmas and life that you nourished in me.
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What great memories. It's not as cool as a sewing machine, but I use my Granddad Lockwood's 1950's Gilette safety razor--not just because it was his, but also because it's the best razor I've ever used.
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