The presents are wrapped, the tree is lit
The turkey is cooking (that is an adventure all it's own)
I want to share with y'all the most precious gift I own.
In 2002 my dad found a relationship with God, he never knew he could have.
He found that relationship by spending time with Him, while building
One for each of us.
They are 100% hand made,
right down to the hand cut shingles on the roof.
Personalized to fit us with our favorite colors and other little touches.
Mine is Red. Always my favorite color.
The living room.(Can you see little me in the fireplace?)
The bedroom with a little me tucked into bed.
And little Duncan keeping watch.
All lit up, it looks very cozy doesn't it.
(Note the hand plastered walls and ceiling)
The Christmas tree all lit up.
Someone asked me once what I would take from home if I had to leave fast.
This house and my photos.
It is my most cherished possession.
This little Christmas house is filled to the brim with love.
Even matching curtains in the windows.
He made the doors from a photo he took of the doors at St.Paul's Cathedral in Downtown Norfolk, he sized the photos to fit the houses.
The view from outside the living room window.
There is so much more to this story, but it is so personal, I can't really put it into words. Well I could, but I think I will keep it just for me...maybe next year.
My daddy made something so beautiful for us. He poured his heart and soul into wood, plaster and paint. He loves us so much and we adore him.
I can hardly type for crying right now , when I think of how much my dad loves us, it overwhelms me.
Thank you dad.
I Love You!
I love you too Christy.