Decor.

So, here's something weird.

Mike, Adam and my brothers went to the mountains and got Christmas trees the day after Thanksgiving. Okay, that's not weird. It's nice actually. Ours is a little Charlie Brownish, but I'm okay with that. I think it's kind of cute, and with the lower ceilings in this house it's either that or a bush. So, Charlie Brown and his tree are welcome here. It is still sitting undecorated, but lovely all the same.

I've been thinking about Christmas a lot. You know, when all the stuff is out in the stores before Halloween it kinda gets me started. I had been thinking about how fun it was going to be to decorate the new abode. Fresh canvas, so to speak.

Yesterday I spent the early morning cleaning my house. Then I went down to my mom's to do my laundry and make bread. That's not weird either. I was working toward today being the day I would decorate.

So, this was it. This morning I tidied up the house, pulled on some boots, gloves and a coat to brave the cold and collect all the Christmas paraphernalia from the old barn where it has been stored.

I turned on the Christmas music and opened the boxes. Here's where the weird thing happened. Completely unexpected by me, I was overcome with the memories so much of my Christmas junk carried. Decorating was bittersweet this year. Thinking about where I put everything up in our house in St. George, where each item originated from. Before I moved to St. George all my Christmas stuff pretty much fit in a shoe box. I've collected all sorts of things. But mostly, dear friends I will always cherish and years of wonderful memories.

I'm done decorating now. Except the tree- that's a family project. The house looks good. I like it. I do, I really do. I love this house, actually. And I know we are just where we should be.

But today...today I'm missing the things that used to be.