bundled up.

firetrucks & baby dolls.

santa was here.

sugar cookies.

star.

oh christmas tree.

I DON'T WANT TO!!

20121122_6794, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

We all have to do things we don't want to do some times. How many time in life I have figuratively illustrated my desires with this face.

red bow.

Who's your fixer?

fixer, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Nobody wants to be broken, but it is inevitable for all. Just be mindful of the fact that there is always good that comes from being broken. Search for the good, it's there waiting to help you heal.

treasure your uniqueness

snowflake, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

We were all made to be an original, no one else the same. To me, that is what makes up the beauty of this tapestry in which we live.

lone.

near & far.

follow your own path ...

even if it takes you walking barefoot along the beach on lake michigan in december.

simple

hotchocolate, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

It's plain and simple, you don't need fancy gadgets and expensive toys. You just need time, that's all they want. Well maybe hot chocolate and a santa cookie too.

all is calm.

let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.

hohoho.

tiny skater.

sweet bakers.

starlights

heart2, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

My Grands will always be stars in my show.

enJOY.

A star lesson

star, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Lie on your back and look at them as much as you can. It is amazing what thoughts come to mind.

waaaaait, not yet

z12, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Nothing brings more agony than having the most exciting thing sitting right in front of you, and having to wait until you can leap head first into it. In my experience though, there are some things that are well worth that wait, and even bring more enjoyment because of the anticipation.

best tree on the lot.

Waiting to see santa

z9, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

One of many firsts. So many brand new things that first year. I am so blessed to be part of this one, Avery. Thank You

holiday wreath.

a little christmas humor

z10, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

Ok Noah, I know you were not impressed by my holiday humor, but thanks for being such a good sport.   Santa will remember what pains you went through to give your trying Nana a smile and a photograph.

hockey.

looking for santa.

santa.

the stockings were hung.

just taking a rest

restingcolor, a photo by cynschu on Flickr.

We go in so many directions sometimes that it just makes sense to stop, lean against a frog, and rest. Then we can keep on playing.

ring of fire.

transitions

transition, a photo by cynschu on Flickr

Transitions, the process of changing from condition to another.

Away go the oranges, yellows, the browns and the rust.  Escort in the reds the greens, the silver and gold.  Clean up the turkey the pumpkin pie and the candy corn.  Dish out the beef the cookies the candy canes.  I love it when transitions go from one good thing to another, it makes the change delightful.

winter sports.

clemetines.

riding the santa train.

holiday train display.

gobble gobble.

tradition.

baby doll.

feeling droopy.

it's all about light.

shopping for mittens.

a fun day with my grand girl.

waiting for their embellishments

Ready to be bedazzled with all kinds of sweets.  Funny, without all the adornment you can see just how imperfect they are.

Back when I was your age.

The other day, Emma was circling all her must haves in the plethora of Christmas toy catalogs that inundate us at this time of year.  She turned to the Barbie page(yuck) and there were a number of shiny, pink, plastic cars just waiting to be purchased to take barbie to the place of your choice.  I didn't say anything but I thought to myself, I remember when I had my first barbie and she drove to the place of my chioce in my dads shoe.  Yes his shoe, those were our Barbie cars back then.  What imagination we had, envisioning our action figures propelling down the avenue in a little red sports car or a big, brown sedan, and bonus was when the shoe came with a shoe box, bingo we had a garage.  Where does the imagination come in when you now plop the dolls into an already souped up pink, plastic corvette with a convertable top, lights that work and buttons and gizmos galore?  I'm just asking.  Ok so after a while Barbies legs started smelling a little funky, and my Dad yelled because he was missing his shoes, but we had fun and imagined.  

knit.

Tied up

There are things that happen in life that tie up a course of action that we think best for ourselves.    When these occasions come to pass, I ask for peace until I can see that a new recourse is really what was best for me.  I am in that place now.