This year I had the grand idea of making our cards. I had each of the boys draw Christmas pictures that I matted and put on the front.
Joe wrote a wonderful poem for the inside of the card.
Sometimes the space between stars
on that one sky black night,
reminds us of better times
when we didn't have to try so hard
to achieve the most right
thing for each other, thing for another
Family, friend, neighbor, stanger
Maybe we can pause on that night
and choose the space between the stars.
Instead of noise,
listen to silence,
instead of being hurt,
practice kindness.
Instead of caring for our wounds,
doing what's right.
And here is the picture. Our boys are getting so big.
The cards turned out really cute, but they were a lot of work. Someone remind me of that, next time I decide to make our cards.
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