1. The Juppy!
2. Remembering to move TJ
3. Quick distractions when I don’t remember to move TJ
4. 4 year olds stealing my Kashi
5. A Christmas Miracle worth over $11,000
6. Hope for a family for a small one
7. Unexpected Christmas presents
8. a stocking at work
9. a new location and soooooo many more hellos
10. a 4 year old inviting everyone on God’s Green Earth to sleep over
11. A letter from Santa to a 4 year old
12. a toddler following me around
14. a good heartfelt talk coming unexpectedly
15. a rockin new haircut
16. donating 10 inches to charity
17. so many sweet compliments that made my heart and head swell
18. inspiration from new sources
19. a dining room full of presents waiting to be more artfully arranged
20. heart and soul warming snow
21. crazy Christmas dancing and jingling giggles
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears however measured or far away.
I blogged about this earlier. I donated to sweet Olga. I put it up on facebook. And you know what- so did A LOT of other people. So many people have decided to be a part of this Christmas miracle that sweet Olga went from having $78 in her adoption fund to over $10,000!!!!!!!! I am floored by the generosity and kindness. And now I sit and wait with baited breath. Praying that a family will step forward and take these two gifts- the gift of this money- and the gift of this sweet dear heart of a girl.
I thought I was done spreading the word. I have mentally committed to myself that if I win the IPOD Touch giveaway- well I’m going to use it to try and raise money for another of the sweet Reece’s Rainbow children.
In the meantime, while we wait for the thursday deadline of Patti’s giveaway to come. Some of my most very favorite folks have decided to blackmail us into continuing to spreading the word about Olga! Yes that sneaky mother Courtney has decided to withhold Pudge and Biggs stories and pictures until she has received 100 comments and additional help to spread the word and help Olga.
Usually I don’t give in to ultimatums. Except when I agree with the cause of the hostage taker. So please go donate to Olga, go read about the miracle over at Patti’s and be a part of it.
It’s simply awe-inspiring what we can do when we are brave enough to care.
Oh- and when you are done- please go over to Courtney’s and post so we can get our favorite squib stories back!
Once upon a time, a Happy Little Family went high up into the mountains looking for some holiday cheer to bring back into their little home.
The little family stopped by a tree farm that was perched on one side of the mountain and the big sister got out of the little car and started looking over the trees.
Some were too small and some were certainly too big…
Then the big sister spied one that looked just right. So the Daddy, he chopped that tree down and carried it back to their little car.
The little sister, well she was not so very happy to see that perfect little tree all chopped down. She was so cold. Her little stroller had tipped way over on the side of the mountain. She had eaten all of her O’s and drank all of her milk and just felt so very sad and tired and hungry. And her Mommy, well her Mommy just kept taking more and more pictures. So she just cried, and she cried.
But the big sister, well she had done this cheer gathering once before. She knew that it was alright if you needed to cry and cry while your Daddy chopped down the holiday tree and your Mommy kept taking pictures. She knew it just meant you left your holiday tears out on the side of the mountain and only brought home your holiday cheer. So she followed her Daddy over to the little old tree farmer and laughed with delight while he caught that perfect little tree up in a net.
Once that perfect little tree was tied up to the top of the little car, the Happy Little Family drove into the nearby little mountain town and the big sister told the little sister a secret. She told that little sister that the best part of going up to the mountain to find the holiday cheer was that once you were done with all of the chopping and taking pictures the Daddy would drive you to a Bakery and buy you your very own donut! With that little halo of sweetness a big grin spread over each of the faces of the Happy Little Family. They had all found their holiday cheer!
And they happily did it again year after year…*
*some artisitic liberties were taken with the retelling of this tale. It was romanticized just a wee bit. Well except the part about the wailing. That part was spot on. And the part about doing it over and over again. That part is spot on as well. I guess that’s why it qualifies as a tradition 🙂
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