Then the christmas decoration boxes, with stepson's 3rd grade macaroni and silver painted star. Every Christmas Eve it was the last decoration to go up. He would put it up (he's 6'4") and every year as he did it I would say,
"Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow StepS, hang the brightest star atop the highest bough!"
I will miss that this year. They will, too, I'm sure.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
