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  • The Days of Our Lives….

    December 2014
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Here We Come a Wassailing

I always wondered where the drink wassail came from.  And with a quick google search (seriously, it was hard to imagine what life was like without google. ) I learned that it first originated around the 12th century. It typically meant to “toast to ones health”…to “was hæi”.  AND it also is and hot mulled drink. Most times it was made with beer or wine with mulling spices.

Ours is not made with beer or wine, I’m not sure where and when the recipe went from hot liquor to hot juice,  but it’s amazing none-the-less. There’s nothing like the smell of it wafting through the house at  Christmas. You can cook it on the stove, you  don’t have to have it in a crock pot.  I posted this recipe about 7 years ago. And it’s always good to bring things back around, in case you forgot about them!


She’s Pretty Hard to Resist

Finishing Up

I have finished up my shooting this year and this was one of my last families that I just adore shooting. They are just beautiful. They have grown and changed soooo much in the last few years (I can’t believe it’s been 4 years since the oldest graduated from high school!!) They are so sweet, and the little one, oh my goodness, smiles all day long. And who wouldn’t when you have the older brothers pampering you all day long! Loved it. Just loved it.

The First of December

The holiday season has officially started, which means the beginning  of the season of awesomeness is here.

And crazed mania sometimes.

And… time to send out Christmas cards.

And take the Christmas card photo.

Which is a task in itself.

And while we were preparing for “pure torture”, my husband said to me

“I just don’t know why you think you can be the boss of me right now”

Umm. WHAAAAT?? (Insert mouth hanging open, smoke coming from my ears and nostrils look.)

They complained that it was cold. (It was almost 40 degrees, pretty warm for this time of year.)

It only took 20 minutes, they were sure it was more like 4 hours.

Arnold, my dog, was so mad he had to sit up and have pictures taken, because he only really likes to be held like a baby. He’s ridiculous.

Pretty much what I dreaded and expected.



Too Many To Count

Blessings that is. There are too many to list, so I’ll sum it up quickly.

I’m thankful for…..

My life.

Everything in it.

Everybody in it.

I’m thankful to be able to witness how beautiful life can be.

To feel true joy.

To be able to feel raw pain.

To see the sunrise and watch it set and know, no matter what happened that day, I will see it all over again tomorrow.

I’m thankful for it all.


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