Yule Ramblings #3: The Wild One

This is me. Here I am in a holiday wreath.

Adorable, right?

Wrong.

Don't let that that pink sailor suit or gappy smile charm you. I was chock full of b.s. and wildly inappropriate jokes.

This ornament makes me giggle. But more importantly, it is a conversation starter for my five-year-old son. He's pretty impressed that I was actually his age once... And I went to school everyday on a big yellow bus, learned to read Berenstain Bears, watched Sesame Street on repeat and requested culinary specialties at the Valley Dairy like burnt grilled cheese. ("This burned enough for you, hun?" asked the waitress. "Maybe a little more," responded Britty the tot.) My son is reminded that day-by-day he is growing just a bit older, and one day, he'll be as big as me... when, he says, he'll drive a car, say bad words, and make his own "girl" cheese.

Dream big, little guy.

To me, the wreath specifically symbolizes the circle of life. And I hope that one day my son hangs this very same ornament on his Christmas tree for his family and that his children ask him to tell the tales of their grandma that preferred her grilled cheese burnt.