Unpacking
Sunday, December 17, 2006
I sit in the middle of the living room, faded newspapers crumpled around me as I unpack each ornament and touch the memories that resonate off their surface.Each one breaths into me bursts of images that remind me why I go through this year after year. Kendell looks up at me and smiles as he begins another box.
I hear him gasp with pleasure when he comes across our Christmas stockings. I see him pull them out of the box, eyes already seeing the stockings hung and full of surprises gifted on a Christmas morning.
The scent of fir tree and candle wax drift around us and the world seems to have turned into all things glittery and light.
I hear a small sound of dismay pass from Kendell's lips and look over to see him clutching a satin furred stocking against his cheek. It's deep red contrasts against the cinnamon of his skin and his lashes brush down against his cheek as a tear slides down from beneath them.
He looks at me with a face older in it's mourning and shows me the stocking in his hand.
I remember making the letters with glue and glitter for my mother the year Kendell was born. "Grandma", it says.
Today, Christmas smells like memories
link | posted by Kara at 12/17/2006 09:44:00 PM
5 Comments:
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had this to say:
Oh Kendall! Makes me want to hug him. :)
- 11:33 AM, December 18, 2006
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had this to say:
Such precious memories. :)
- 11:39 AM, December 18, 2006
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Carrie had this to say:
You got you one heck of a man. I'm telling ya.
(For some stupid reason, my computer locks up when I come to your blog. My computer is in love you or something.)- 2:39 PM, December 18, 2006
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Jodi had this to say:
Very nice. Great thoughts.
J.- 2:56 PM, December 18, 2006
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had this to say:
Oh how bittersweet.
- 12:26 PM, December 19, 2006
