The weekend was magical.

We took a trip to Whidbey Island, a place made special by those who live there.

Great-grandparents were loved and soaked up as much as possible in the short time we had.

I can’t begin to describe the healing love of family this week.

As my own heart has worried over various trials in our life, I have been swept up in genuine love this weekend.


Sitting in church together, kids helping spin salad.

Visiting around the table, hugging lots of teddy bears.

Sharing stories, trying not to slip on ice.

Laughing till we cried at trying to get a picture together.


Tearful goodbyes and happy, happy memories stored away.

Arriving home tired, to then find exciting help from my mom with a Christmas present I am making the kids, as well as a box filled to the brim with Christmas magic from Matt’s mom.

Ornaments for our sweet, tiny tree.

I cried, truly, unwrapping them, because of the warm embrace of love I felt, from those who love and know us.

Each one a sweet memory of home and what we love.

Christmas and family are in my heart tonight, though I am far from home and loved ones again.

Love remains.

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