I'm on a roll.
Last package mailed.
Cookies frosted. Half eaten.
Presents wrapped. Under the tree.
I've got to share this picture of what my sister Linda made me for Christmas. I opened the box thinking there would be wrapped gifts inside. This is what I found:
This is no ordinary bear. Yes it is soft and cuddly. But what makes it so absolutely wonderful is that it is made out of one of my father's shirts. And he even has a pocket with Kleenex coming out of it, just like my dad. What you can't see on the back is the number "39" that came off my Dad's wrestling robe from the Naval Academy. 39 being the year he lettered and graduated.
Sometimes someone does something so totally cool you've just got to shout it from the roof tops. It's late and dark so I'm not going to climb up on the roof. So I'm sharing my bear with my favorite people.
Thank you Linda for the bear. But mostly for your big ol' busting at the seams heart you so generously share with me.
Today I'm feeling gratitude mixed with joy and I wish the same for each of you.