Every Christmas picture throughout your time here on Earth has a picture of you with an Advent wreath. And I inherited them. This one is my favorite. We put it out this year and promptly upon lighting the joy candle Andrew kicked his foot up and knocked the candle over onto the doily you had embroidered. Shortly after that when decorating the Christmas tree Clara broke one of your Christmas ornaments. I sobbed and freaked the kids out a little bit. They should be more careful, in general, but I could almost hear your voice asking me to be gentle with them. So I just went to the bedroom and cried instead of lecturing them hysterically about their carelessness and cluelessness.
Thank you for making holidays so warm and welcoming, Mom. Miss you so much.
The Beech House 