In the midst of the construction I suddenly felt him missing. Suddenly noticed the Thomas-sized hole beside my chair in the kitchen.
I stopped, looked out at the gray sky drizzling cold rain down onto the freshly fallen snow, and told him, for the millionth time, that I miss him.
Sometimes, despite my best efforts, this is what Christmas looks like in our house.
Of course you do. How could you not? I am sorry...
ReplyDeleteThe house is gorgeous.
I am so sorry. I wish I could grant a Christmas miracle and have time reverse and start over and turn out good this time.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Gingerbread house.
my word verification is worses.;)
{{{hugs}}}
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ReplyDeleteYou are so talented-- as a writer and as a baker. That house is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI second Shinny's wish for a Christmas miracle. I really, really wish we could do that for you.