One of my favorite traditions comes after Christmas, when we’re packing it away.

I spied Mama doing it all my life, and now I do it, too.

After she’d folded The Tree’s arms across its chest and laid it back in the box till next year, she would write a small paragraph on the cardboard panels.

She journaled decades of loved ones who’d come to visit and returned home safely, cherished details of deaths and births, and all we had to be thankful for.

She never found any shortage of blessings to write about.

 

 

Sometimes I’d read what my beautiful Mama wrote and compare it to what I remembered….

That’s when I learned it’s always best to let Love tell your story.

Love tells a better story.

 

 

 

A good person produces good things from the treasury of a good heart… for out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks.

~ Jesus Christ