On this earlyTuesday morning I sit here and think: “What should I write about today?” “What do I have to show you?” “How can I show you how much I love it when you take the time to come to my little corner of the world and say hello.” and then. . .
I haven’t shown you Christmas and the love our mother pours into her decorating. I haven’t shown you the splendor of the ribbons, garland and tulle. I haven’t shown you how our mother sets the tables and makes everything look as if we were living in a dream: the trees, the candles, the angles blowing their trumpets announcing the Savior is born.
I haven’t shown the grandeur in the front hall adorned with deer, ribbons and berries. Every year it gets better. . .each room makes us feel as if we are royalty and nothing could be finer. Each year the love she has for her family completely inundates us.