Merry Christmas to all!

The cookies are baked, the beaters are licked. The stockings are hung, soon to be Saint Nicked!

 

The Bussard house is full of anticipation as we impatiently await Santa's visit. I've only heard, "Can we open presents yet????" about 72 times today, and it is only the 23rd. Since we are going to Grandma and Grandpa's house, we did put in a request to Santa to deliver a day early. Hopefully he will come through for us!

I've packed my quilt projects and all the project photos I've been taking with hopes to get caught up on posting a few things. I hope to start the new year all caught up!

Wishing you all a Joyous Christmas!

David, Tina, Alexander and Nicholas

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today we pause for a moment to give thanks for our many blessings.

I am thankful to God for having our paths planned, even though it sometimes comes as a total surprise. Sixteen years ago I moved to Kansas City, I thought to finish college, but instead crossed paths at a chance meeting with a very special person. I am so very blessed that he still stands by my side. We are nearing our 15th anniversary.

I am thankful every day that I have two beautiful, healthy children. They are the light of my life. I am thankful for the laughter to bring into our lives. They have brought new perspective to my life and teach me something new every day.

The last few nights, Nick and I have been reading Turkeys We Have Loved and Eaten (and Other Thankful Stuff) by Barbara Park (a most hilarious read even if you don't have a first grader.) The first graders in the book list the things they are thankful for as 1) cranberry jelly in a can, 2) exploding biscuits, 3) rainbow sprinkles, and 4) toilet paper. And while these are all pretty wonderful things, they don't even compare to the blessings of family and friends. I am thankful for each of you!

I am so glad that God leads us where we need to be, because I could never have envisioned being in such a wonderful place in my life. I am so richly blessed!

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving day. May your travels be safe, your company be happy, and your cranberry jelly come out in the exact shape of the can!

I'm listening... what did you say?

1. I have a theory that my dear husband only hears half of what I say. Case in point: on his way after a treat Sunday, he thoughtfully asked if I cared for anything. Why, yes, almond m&ms (and it has been almond m&ms since the day these magnificent morsels were invented).

Here is what I received. **shakes head**

2. I love my darling husband more than almond m&ms. Since the odds are pretty good that he'll only hear half of this, let's hope it is number 2. **grin**


Followup: After I posted this, I asked my sons where my m&ms were. Nick told me they ate them so I wouldn't have to make any more blog posts about them! Thanks gentlemen!

Origin of "tiny quilt pieces" gene revealed

When I was in Texas last week, my Aunt Dee pulled this quilt out to show me. She knows I have an affinity for small pieces in quilts, and this postage stamp quilt was no exception. It was pieced by my Great-Great-Grandmother Clara Ann Herrin. She passed away in 1938, so it was made sometime prior to that during her lifetime.

Aunt Delores with my Great-Great-Grandmother's quilt

It was mainly stripes and plaids and a few small-scale prints. I love how the red is still so vibrant after more than 100 years. What a treasure! We agreed this is probably where my "tiny quilt pieces" gene originated.

my Great-Great-Grandparents, Alonzo and Clara Herrin

on the bottom row from the right, my Great-Grandmother Otal and her mother Clara

Thanks Aunt Dee for sharing!