Three just requested (repeatedly) books for Christmas.
Well!
Blow me down with a feather!
I couldn't get this kid to read a book two and a half years ago. He acted like I was trying to kill him.
And now...asking for books for Christmas...my...how time marches in unexpected directions...
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Four also asked for books. But no romances, he insisted vehemently.
I laughed out loud and clapped my hands.
As if I would waste a good love story on my son.
Please.
Adventures for all.
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Incidentally, odds were good that they would each get a book or two from me anyway. You almost always get either well-chosen books or homemade gifts from me for Christmas.
Recently, I've been working on some (mostly) homemade gifts. I'll be wrapping them soon so I took pictures so I can remember how awesome everything looked.
I especially love this collage board. It feels like a sumptuously light dessert. Something that is light as air and rich as love. Mmmm...yummy!
Off to find some grand adventures for my boys to disappear into on Christmas morning...
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