|Granne masterminded darling dolls and matching outfits for Della. Grandaddy helped execute.|
There are no words for the sadness of this weekend. I'm not even going to try. It's overwhelming to ask why or how or what if. Oh my heart is heavy for those parents and loved ones, the school that was going about the work of educating and nurturing, the first responders who will never again be the same, the small town that was minding it's own business preparing for a joyful holiday.
I found comfort in home and friends and family. I wrapped our first present. A thrift store score for Max that he will wig over. For Della, a thrifted skirt that I am embroidering with a herd of wooly sheep. Our hokey Christmas village always makes me smile. Thanx again, thrift store. A bald eagle keeps watch 'ore our nativity scene and this makes me happy. The snow kept snowing and found us all shushing down the slopes for the first runs of the season. Saturday night we went to a lovely party and it felt nice to be surrounded by robust families and screaming children. On Sunday we went to Granne and Grandaddy's to celebrate before they leave for California... more joyful hullabaloo with cousins and neighbors and family. The tree got decorated. The sled and shovel got a workout.
I am thankful for all of this.
I send out love and hope and prayers of solace to the whole dang world.