Getting Older

Each of these seashells is different. On Earth, no two are exactly the same. Nor are two people exactly the same. Like seashells we are all unique in color, shape, wrinkles, chips, cracks and beauty.

This morning, I woke up and my Achilles tendon didn't hurt (after a year!), my pulled shoulder muscle is 99% better, I've passed what I hope is my last kidney stone, and I have a healthy appetite. My house is cozy, my refrigerator is full, I have reliable transportation. My blessings are too many to count. My older me is thankful to the younger me. 

Happy Accidents

The cooking shows make cake and cookie decorating look easy. This is my attempt to make cookies. They were supposed to be round ornaments. That didn't happen! What a mess. These melted snowmen were a happy accident. 

This year I hope we all have happy accidents that remind us "it will all be okay" in the end.

I still don't like to cook.

Merry Christmas

This year is another Christmas for my shoebox tree. At church we sell trees for a fund raiser. There were fewer trees and higher prices so I'm opting for my little one. It's easy to set up, fits in the spot, and is just darn cute. A present even fits under it! 

As I get older, I truly find that it's the thought that counts.  

Merry Christmas!