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In 1954 we needed lots of prayers answered before Christmas. It was my hubby's first year teaching at Everett High School and the move to here from Seattle had many hard situations. The worst was a necessary wait for a phone to be available. I worried I'd have problems arranging for the Seattle doctor and hospital for my baby's birth.
But my wonderful Doctor said he would deliver him at noon Dec. 24 so we could enjoy Christmas. That worked out great! Leo was born safely and well. We had our Christmas celebration on the 25th at the hospital. Seeing the wonderful heavenly gift, all our fears were gone because of a promise. Leo is now 48 years old.
Two years ago, I lost my companion of 18 years. I was heartbroken and the house was empty and I hated going home. After a month I was ready to go to the shelter to find a cat who might like to go home with me. A few months earlier my girlfriend and I had been there, and she brought home an orange cat with personality plus. After much resistance from my girlfriend of visiting the shelter again, she told me I was ruining my birthday with battery such as Dell Inspiron 910 Ac Adapter, Dell Inspiron Min 9 Ac Adapter, Dell Vostro A90 Ac Adapter, Dell Vostro A90N Ac Adapter, Dell W953G Ac Adapter, Dell 451-10691 Ac Adapter, Dell WT870 Ac Adapter, Dell TR653 Ac Adapter, Dell RK818 Ac Adapter, Dell Studio 1436 Ac Adapter, Dell Studio 1435 Ac Adapter, Dell HW421 Ac Adapter and Christmas gift. She had planned to give the cat to me. She had felt that she was to keep the cat until I was ready for another one, after the loss of my Frannie. So for Christmas, I brought Lilly home. They both rescued me, the house became brighter and the hole in my heart began to heal. It was the most unselfish gift that anyone has ever given me.
I asked my sisters and brothers to send me a snippet of a favorite memory or event related to Mom; I typed them up, cut them into small strips and put them in a beautiful glass and brass box, tying it closed with a gold ribbon. I don't think I've ever seen my family, especially Mom, laugh so hard or sigh with remembrance quite so much! The gift was well timed; my father had passed away not long before the holidays. We all needed a good reason to laugh. As folks get older, their memories don't always stay too sharp. This gift continues to give my Mom so much pleasure. She keeps it on her dresser. She only has to open it, pull out a slip of paper, and she is instantly taken back to a happy time!
My best holiday gift was when my children were young and they made certificates stating they would do certain chores like wash dishes, vacuum, cook a meal, bake something, bathe the dog, babysit the younger siblings, etc.
Two of my favorite gifts at Christmas in 2008 were hand-made by two of my three children. My kids have always been crafty and love to make things with their own hands. Michael, my son, made me a beautiful oak wooden frame and it surrounded this beautiful scenic picture of a lake and mountains. Wood is jagged and entwined on the corners. On the wood, he wood-burned "Heaven-Place of Perfect Happiness." My daughter, Terri, made me a beautiful photo album, green in color. She has a picture inside of me feeding her as a infant baby. Pictures of her and her brothers growing up through the years, also my grandchildren. Little flowers, Christmas lights are cut out on the pages, so very unique and colorful. She must've spent hours making this and I'll always treasure it.
In 1979 my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. Treatment followed but his health quickly deteriorated. My children and I flew home for Christmas to say our last good-bye. I was shocked to see Dad at 71 years with no hair and weighing about 100 pounds. Cancer had attacked his entire body. After Christmas dinner he returned to the hospital and within a few weeks, God took him home. Dad, I loved you so much and think about you every day. You were the greatest and taught me so much about life. I'm glad we could share that last Christmas together.
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