The baton is being passed. He is the last runner. There will never be another one come from my womb or hold my hand at this age. This Christmas I am soaking in every moment. I will never walk this way again. He is singing the Christmas carols and has his first Christmas program on Tuesday. He is getting his stories a little mixed up, as I was told the other day when he called out, "Mom come look. Joseph was thrown into the pit by the Wise Men!". He needs to get the Josephs straightened out..kinda funny since his middle name is Joseph.
|A Carousel brings out the kid in all of us...I enjoyed it also!|
How much fun to dress up in character....I loved all the hats!!
Another break..."I has seen enough...remember I am a boy!" So we had to stop for Candy Cane Lane.
Okay...he will now let me go in another shop. I love the buildings even more than what they contain.
Can you tell that my delight got passed down to my oldest, who is now a custom home builder?
These stairs have been so worn the middle is worn down. These were the stairs in what was the bank.
The stories each of these buildings could tell....oh my... what history!
The wooden floors creaking with character... the beaded board ceiling with bronzed lighting hanging down.
What beautiful craftsmanship that has survived all these years.
Doesn't he belong in a bank?
Isn't this funny? Why? I have no idea why they hung them out there...but it did get my attention.
I love this window....and yes, the saying is great also!
I want this door!!! Okay, builder son... put it on my wish list for my house one day!
REINDEER!!! "Can they fly?" "No, that is make believe." "Oh, make-believe like Santa Claus?"
"Yes, but it is fun to enjoy make-believe... but Christ is real!"
My conviction on Christmas was to not tell my children Santa Claus was real. It has never been
a problem, nor do I feel they missed out. As easy as the conversation was above, well I had
that conversation five other times...this was my last time!
A train...he loves trains and I have picked up his passion.
We finished by climbing into the sleigh. He stopped long enough for one picture...
"How many nutcrackers are in McKinney?" You guess.
Saturday, we are heading downtown to see the Dallas Christmas Parade...I get to watch
it through the eyes of a four-year-old....my last!