I have a box of ornaments that make me cry every year. Little angels that Dragon bought for me after my last miscarriage.
Every year, I pull the out of the big box I use to store them. Every year I try to hide my tears. Then someone will set off my temper.
Last year a Blogger friend suggested that I store the angels separately.
The kids decorated the tree as I unpacked the box. All smiles and hugs.
Then a few nights ago I rembered them. My tears fell in private. I took the small white box to the living room and we put the angels on the tree together. The younger kids asked about each one.
I'll have to go back in blog land and see who suggested the separate box. I wonder if it was Bas?
Dragon is still working crazy hours. He is working hard to make sure others have a great holiday. Still no fun for us. He is to tired and I completely understand.