Wednesday, December 22, 2010
This past weekend, Lauren was quite the Christmas Elf. She has been working for weeks on handmade goodies for each of us, and had one last gift in mind for Daddy. While he was out on an errand, we pulled out the sewing machine, and tada... he has a bag to take treats to work in. She was a baking fool too. She insists on doing everything... rolling the dough, cutting it, putting it on the cookie sheet, and despite a very tired Momma wanting to go to bed, we were frosting cooled cookies well after bedtime. And truly, is there anything better than dancing by tree light?
These are memory making moments. I hope to hold onto them, year after year, and I hope she does too. Her brother broke my heart the other night. We were talking about gift giving, and how all the gifts currently under the tree are handmade. I asked him what he was making. He asked if I would take him to the store to buy gifts. Again, I said, make something. He said he would rather be given a candy bar than a drawing on a piece of paper. Oh how mad/sad/disappointed that made me. Tell me it is just because he is 13. Tell me he will come back round to appreciate the things we make for each other. Until then, I know she gets it.