this boy. he will be my undoing. he is silly and loud and messy and ever so slightly oblivious. we’ve had a rough few days. so when the sun set on our Lady of Guadalupe’s feast last night, i was in no mood to get things ready for St Lucia Day. no book wrapped, no sweets prepared. my day ended in tired tears.
but this feast day morning brought gifts. first was Sandra Dodd’s encouragement not to take it a day at a time, but just to look for better moments. that sounded like something i could do. then the lovely Lucy morning Brandy shared with her children made me want to at least try to pull something together even if it was only tea + toast. baby Laurel is just that cute! finally was the ultimate treat from Melissa Wiley, or Mrs. Thicklebit as my children call her!
she has made a recording of Hanna’s Christmas. it’s so, so good to hear her gruff tomten voice and the mama’s gentle (if sometimes exasperated) voice. listening to this reading was just what we needed!
i rallied and got some frozen breadstick dough out of the freezer. we twisted the loaf into a circle, brushed it with butter, sprinkled it with cinnamon sugar. then we added lingonberry jam and cranberries on top. when it came out of the oven, we drizzled it with orange icing. it was perfectly yummy.
the light is coming. that’s what Advent promises. i’m watching.