1 Memory until Christmas

These were made by my kids at the dining room table in the first house that John and I shared. So many memories. Blending two families. Becoming a stay at home mom. Board games played at the table. Disastrous dinners and John teaching me how to cook. Orange shag carpet that he let me replace with white – I don’t know which was worse. lol. Fireworks in the backyard. My most memorable Christmas – the year Santa filled the living room with balloons so it wouldn’t look so empty under the tree. By the time we were done we were both high as kites, no alcohol needed. The kids were so excited by the balloons it was awhile before they realized that there were presents too! I believe this Christmas memory may be repeated at BJ's this year.