Two weeks before Christmas a truck pulled up to our door and delivered the (quite literally) biggest Christmas surprise ever. I took piano lessons for 12 years, but haven’t had easy access to an instrument since starting college. Carl plotted and researched for months before picking this beautiful thirty-year old Baldwin. He can’t play but found help everywhere from our church pianist to my mother to my old piano teacher to a local friend who visited the dealer and tested the keyboard. I have an amazing husband.
Thrift store rocker plus a pillow from my childhood bedroom.
The German terra cotta nativity my parents gave me as a teen. It came from the annual Christkindl Market in Chicago.
My parents sent Carl a collapsible wooden tree for last year’s deployment so he could have a Christmas tree in Afghanistan. It’s much nicer to have him and the tree here this year. The wooden candle holder came from grandparents, though I forgot to buy the right sized candles before Christmas. Next time!
Poinsettias from relatives, and a sneak peek at the fireplace I painted this fall. Before shots to come, but I didn’t want to mar a nice Christmas montage with the ugliness.