At my daughter's request, I've decorated for Halloween; it's one of her favorite times of the year. We used to have blow-out Halloween parties. Our front porch still bears evidence of the body outline we painted one year. (Paint + cement = permanent) This little pumpkin sits on our kitchen mantle, adorable in its lumpiness.
This is just one of number of decorations that I cherish, made by our children when they were small. It's making me reflect fondly on years gone by. It prompted me to dig through my needlepoint "hideaway" drawer to discover a canvas from a decade ago. Now I'm stitching madly in spare moments to finish this before Easter. If all goes well, this bunny will take its turn sitting on the kitchen mantle.
Our youngest loves to dress the house for the seasons, but I'm getting a little teary-eyed thinking about next year when she'll be off at school. What will I do? I can't say one way or another. All I know for now is that my youngest really isn't the "baby" of the family any more.
|Her senior picture|