Yesterday when I arrived home from work, I walked inside the house and, for some reason, I felt Christmas. I don’t know if it was because the snow was flying outside or because the fire was crackling away in our cozy home. Christmastime is my favourite holiday. It always makes me feel so warm inside. I love gifting our friends and family. I love creating beautiful little packages. Packages that are almost gifts themselves. The kind of wrapping that someone gently opens, hoping it will not rip.
Today I’ve put together three simple gift tag ideas that you can make in under 15 minutes! They really are that simple, but they sure will aim to impress!
I don’t consider myself someone who has found the secret to motherhood – actually quite the opposite. Often I feel like I am running around without a clue what I’m doing, or where to go next. Every day brings about new challenges. I have learned a lot over the last two years. I’ve learned my strengths and my weaknesses as a mother. The learning curve is so immense from the moment you hold your new baby in your arms. I’ve made many mistakes, but have come to realize many triumphs. Successful mothers are not the ones that have never struggled. They are the ones that never give up, despite the struggles. During my crash course into motherhood, I’ve come to realize many
As autumn slowly says goodbye, Olive and I have been trying to enjoy every last ounce of the outdoors before the temperature drops and our yard is covered in white fluffy snow. Olive has fallen in love with her rubber boots. They really are the best thing. She loves slowly swishing through puddles and running through the long wet grass. Everyone stops and compliments her. She just smiles and says “booooottts”. I am enjoying these days, kicking up the leaves and hugging the last pumpkins to survive the frost. Fall will be back next year, but I don’t want it to end. The crisp morning air wakens my soul and the warm afternoons toasts my toes. I’m afraid we have already watched specs of
I love Christmas. It’s my favourite time of year. I love it because the family. I love it because everyone is together, cheery, and drinking egg nog. I used to force myself to not think about Christmas until I was home from school, engineering exams finished, and sleep deprivation all caught up. That usually brought me to about December 23, and then the panic would set in. I would have to face the massive crowds in the mall while I trying to start my shopping (and for those of you who know me, shopping is my least favourite thing to do, even in empty stores), my family and I would rush to the back forest to find the perfect Christmas
Today is a day for remembering. When I was younger, I didn’t quite understand why. I didn’t have a grandfather or a great grandfather who fought in the war. I didn’t have cousins or uncles or aunts who were part of the military. I just knew that on November 11, our teachers would pass out red poppies and we would head to the gym to find older men and women dressed in beautiful uniforms with metals that would clink and clang as they walked by. They were there to hand out awards for Remembrance Day posters and poems and stories. Sadly, when I was younger I was more excited about winning a prize for my drawing than I was to
Dear Olive, Today you are twenty months old, and busy as a worker bee. I don’t think you even take a 5 minute break in the day to sit back and relax. You are so curious and are in to anything you can get your hands on. You have figured out how to climb, so much of our time at home is spent pulling you off the top of the table. It is your favourite challenge. When you see that our backs are turned, you run to the chair, climb on to the table and sit in the middle with a huge, proud smile on your face. As cute as you are, and as proud of you as I am,