To you this may just look like a Christmas swag, adorned with cotton charm and a wired burgundy velvet bow, but to me it’s so much more.
I only have a couple of these bows remaining, and I will always treasure them.
As I am restructuring, the crushed by being stored, velvet bow, I am reminiscent of the hands who originally touch this material to create a beautiful holiday display. My late mother-in-love, Jany, always had a beautifully decorated home, and LOVED Christmas. This bow, one of two remaining assembled by her, conveys heart-warming memories.
This will be the fourth Christmas that Jany has celebrated Jesus’ birthday with Him in Heaven. There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not reminded of her somehow.
If (when) you find your heart longing for your loved one who has passed, hold on to the memories and smile because you have them.
I thank God every time I remember you. Philippians 1:3
Have a blessed day!
Much love to you and yours,
Stephanie
This was the last Christmas we got to be with her. These are all her grandbabies. Boy oh boy, how the kids have changed!
