Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Mom's Crocheted Slippers
Christmas Day was filled with two trips to my son's -- an early morning, bring the quiche and sweet rolls to see Santa arrive - a laughter-filled, "Look at this Nonna" time, as toys, clothes and toddlers were strewn from room to room. And a second trip back for a shared dinner with my daughter-in-law's family and more children and food and gifts.
We returned to our now echo-ingly silent house to rest, recuperate, reminesce. And while the calm serenity is welcome, I can't help but miss the blissful noise, at least in small amounts ...!
I don my much beloved, comfy slippers (above) that my mom crochets for me each year. They've come to be a family joke as well as tradition, as I wear these year in, year out, indoors and around the outdoors for their comfort and sentiment.
And for me, today, after such a frenetic and event-filled time, they'll keep me centered a bit more on the holiday, making the memories last a bit longer.