I have ideas. I mean A LOT of ideas. I take “dreamer” to a whole new level. The problem with this is that I get extremely passionate about these ideas without first filtering out the crazy.
Pinterest isn’t really helping my cause any either. One minute I’m convinced the kids need triple bunk beds in their room and the next I’ve determined we need to quit our jobs, sell the house and start a farm. It’s exhausting.
This past year our Christmas card fell victim to one such idea. When I came to my husband with an idea, it was met with a deer-in-the-headlights look of panic. Apparently he was having a difficult time embracing my vision of bringing a live chicken into the house for a photo shoot.
But, being the good sport that he is, he gathered his patience and together we made one crazy idea come to life. Merry [belated] Christmas to you.
The Christmas card.
One of my absolute favorite pieces of mail to receive each year, next to my Grandma’s birthday card and my Martha Stewart Living magazine (go ahead and just swallow that judgment right back down). December is an amazing month in general, but it is especially exciting because it is the only time of year when the letter to bill ratio even out.
I pour countless hours and daydreams into creating the perfect Christmas card. With the addition of children into our family, the influx of cuteness has completely squeezed out the existence of my husband and me. We haven’t been in a Christmas card since my husband’s hand made it in a few years back. Other than that, it’s been a while. And who really cares. None of my friends and family seem to. At this point, I don’t know if my extended family even knows that we are still part of the family or if they think the kids have written us off completely. Continue reading