Even though the classic Jimmy Stewart movie comes to mind when thinking of this title, I have to take into account the many twists and turns life has taken since my last post. The holidays will now be celebrated in a new home, with my husband of almost three months. This time last year I was meerly following the candy filled path God was laying out for me, picking up each little treat as I came to them. I had no idea that by not deviating too much it would bring me to this chapter in the wonderland novel that has become my life.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I will be setting foot into a new home, crossing the threshold and beginning traditions that are commonplace for most of the attendees there, but are exciting, and a little intimidating, for me. From it Jeremy and I will be able to take two different family's way of doing things and form our own rituals for the future. When I sit back and take it all in this way, it begins to be something awe-inspiring. The stuff of novels; while words begin to form pages and chapters, then are bound and enjoyed by others, so will our choices these first few years form holidays that others will celebrate with us.
Currently its our winter wonderland we're focusing on, and I can say by the soaring tree and sparkling wreaths that we're creating something more than magic; we're making a tiny world of our own.
