Gifts and snowflakes...

Today we spent nearly the entire day delivering gifts and food to needy families in our county. It was a wonderful experience, just like last year. It really opens your eyes, and it makes you feel so good to help other people. There was one young woman who we delivered to, and her situation was so sad that I had to hold back tears. She has a brain tumor that they are testing to see if it's cancerous. Her husband is gone and she has an adorable little boy who's a couple of years old. He was wearing pajamas, with a pacifier in his mouth. He held on to her pants leg and looked up at us with these gorgeous eyes. She was so grateful for our help, and out of all the families we helped today, I believe she needed it the most. It was a very long day, but definitely worth it.

As for the snow, the weatherman was possibly correct this time. Possibly, but I still have my doubts of a foot of snow. We shall know in the morning, I suppose. It started this afternoon and is still going, sticking pretty well, and by the time we were on our way home, the roads were covered. It was so beautiful falling lightly to the ground, and I love the feeling of the snowflakes getting caught in my hair and eyelashes. Isn't that the coolest thing ever?

This is the view of our backyard from my window earlier today.

As we drove all over the county today, we saw so many beautiful old houses. I've made up my mind that I don't believe I could ever live in a new house. I don't care if everything works like it's supposed to and there are no creaks or cracks or imperfections. I could not stand to live in a new house. I can only find beauty in old things, and when I have a house of my own, it must be old. It must have imperfections and old doors and squeaky floors and doorknobs and character. I especially love old farmhouses, with orchards and little outbuildings and big porches. A house must have a large porch. Preferably with a swing. =)

I won't mind being snowed in this weekend. I have a lot of sewing to finish before Christmas. Bing Crosby is calling.

Until next time,
Kristin (missvintagegirl)