Everyone talks about the “best Christmas ever.” That this year’s Christmas is better than last Christmas, which was better than the year before. It shows appreciation, but should we compare? Maybe. If you were to ask me, I don’t have a “best Christmas ever.” I have maybe my “top memorable Christmases” and a few “tough Christmases” I remember. Looking back to remember is important while appreciating the “now,” the present time, We can still look ahead to the future—with hope. #LookForwardBackwardinDecember #amwriting #MerryChristmas @donnalhsmith @a3writers TWEETABLE
The last couple weeks, I’ve shared about love for my “new” sister, and my precious husband of thirty years. This week, I’ll share from a heart full of love for everyone who reads this, for friends old and new, and re-connections. #HeartFullofLove #ShareYourLoveThisChristmas
This week is Thanksgiving in the U.S. We pause to think about what we are thankful for. I am learning to give thanks in the midst of disappointment and change.
Have a blessed week. We’ll wrap up our Creating Suspense series next week.
I’ve talked about this before a little bit, but I have rejection issues, so to be able to say I am thankful for friends is making me extremely grateful. You are part of that, whether you live in Brazil, Canada, the U.S., Italy, Australia, France, the U.K., and many other countries. Thank you for being my friends. For reading this blog. I see my stats. And for those of you I know personally, some of you whose blogs I follow, I pronounce Thanksgiving blessings on you.
Since Thanksgiving is tomorrow, I’ve begun to reflect on what I’m thankful for. The next three days, I’ll be posting on Thanksgiving, since it is a national holiday here in America.
Today – I’m focusing on Family. I came from a family of four…Mom, Dad, my brother Duane, and myself. Here’s a retro picture of me and my brother when we were kids.
I think this picture was originally a slide. I look like I’m around three years old there, making Duane eight. We’re both of the Baby Boomer generation. This picture would have been taken at the house on Harrison Street we lived in for the first five years of my life.