A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama.
A single photo – no words –* capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment to pause, savour and remember.
*Special Christmas Edition
This was the first Christmas our little family celebrated alone, without Camphill, without my family in Germany. We were going to go, since this littlest babe of ours is such a sweet natured one, but in the end we’d left it too late. We missed grandparents, auntie and cousins – but it was also wonderful to have this special time to ourselves. After all the excitement of the past few months: Batu’s arrival, and the string of visitors we’ve had.
There was a family crib service on Christmas Eve, and a pageant with friends in our old community. We took the light home in our little lantern and lit our own tree. Christmas Day was cooking and eating (a lot), singing, quietly joyful, presents from unexpected places, playing and celebrating.
The cardigans for the boys did not get finished on time, despite a few late, late nights before Christmas. Once I’d admitted defeat, I started taking it easy. Adding an inch here and there, adjusting some cuffs to fit just so. All that is left now is weaving in ends and adding the buttons that have been waiting.
It is not too late for another present under that tree yet, right? Just to stretch this Christmas out a little bit longer.
A few more days watching the candles burn quietly, a few more Christmas stories and carols and baking. It’ll all be over for another year soon enough.