Moon on Their Wings

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It's Sunday night, the fourth Sunday of Advent. I'm watching The Sound of Music on network TV. The colors and the clothes, if not certain details of the interiors (Maria's room: my dream) and, of course, the songs and scenery trigger some deep holiday memory within me that I can't even identify. They play "My Favorite Things" and "Do-Re-Mi" on the children's Pandora station we listen to in the car, and, even though she's never seen the movie and has no context for the songs, Amelia always listens intently to them. They hold up. Julie Andrews's voice is comforting and confident. Would that we all had such an enchanting, capable governess in a dangerous world.

Typepad has a new function where you can upload a whole bunch of images into a blog post all at once. I flung every picture in this post at the screen in one fell swoop; they uploaded successfully, but were placed in some random order only Typepad knows. Usually I string my photos together more-or-less chronologically from top to bottom; here they lay (more or less) where they landed, and I am too tired to reorder. Happy accident! Their (dis)order seems better reflective of our life this week than any chronology I could've mustered. Wild snow-blur — more snow, more ice, lovely sunshine, long walks, lunatic child, freezing pipes, sleds and snowpants, kindest neighbors, cold hands, cold swings, tomato soup, starry nights. These days of December. Impulsively and though she has never expressed interest in such a thing I buy a used dollhouse one night on Craigslist, and first thing the next morning Andy and I, giddy with excitement (and haste over the forecasted snow), drive out to pick it up while Amelia is at school. We hide it in the basement. Coincidentally, as if channeling my suddenly appearing and rapidly filling Pinterest board of tiny teapots and miniature fireplaces, Amelia starts pointing to every dollhouse in every catalog and every picture book she sees, saying, "I want that for Christmas." I literally gawk at her. So much for the big surprise! Your wish is my command. This morning she said, "I want a wind-up cow that runs around the house. "

A wind-up . . . huh.

Me: "You're eating a lot today. Are you having a growth spurt?" Her: "No, I'm not. I'll have one when I go upstairs."

Kids and cookies and carols and Christmastime. Age four is truly magical. It's all just starting to sink in, and I marvel each time, at each holiday or event, at both their sense of wonder and their nonchalance. She liked the M&Ms I got her at intermission as much as she liked The Nutcracker; I, however, was trying not to cry as the curtain went up. The beauty! The orchestra! The snowflakes? My lord. I had forgotten. She sat on my lap in the dim theater and swayed, pivoting occasionally to throw her arms around my neck and lay her head on my chest, yawning dramatically. My heart, my heart. At bedtime, by the glow of the twinkle lights, she asked me again about the Mouse King, and, after much questioning, was vaguely relieved to find out that he only pretend-died, a fact I hadn't even thought to make clear from the start. Dearest, sweetest, darlingest girl. I try to get her to make ornaments for everyone and it is almost impossible. I taste-test hot-chocolate mixes and buy fabric for her pinafore. Andy makes Swedish meatballs and we eat by candlelight. The snow we've had this past week is my Christmas gift; I want for nothing. I wish you hours of love and joy as we glide into this last week before Christmas. Slow and steady. I can see my breath in the cold air. I lift a prayer into the dark for the homeless, and the hurting. Peace be with you. Peace, if only peace, on this earth.

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Such a serious little ballerina. Merry Christmas!

You make a wonderland of everything, and I thank you for sharing your moments, your gratitude and reflections with us. Love and joy, peace and light to you, to your family, and home, all throughout the year.

Oh, Alicia, this post is filled with wonder and magic! What a beautiful way to begin another December day! Blessings to all of you, and Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you and your family! Thank you for all the peace and joy you spread this year.

This is wonderful...SNOW, I am so jealous and that drawing, eyes like pieces of coal, matchstick arms with with stick fingers, exactly like my Hannah used to draw...she was 28 this year but I still have those drawings secreted away in the attic. As always thank you for sharing all these precious moments with us... That drawing was such a bonus.

Happy happy Holidays.
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Your blog is a gift that keeps on giving. I love your beautiful photographs, your commentary, your wonderful attitude. Thank you for taking time to share your family, your sweet dog and kitty and your life in Portland. I began following your blog before Amelia was born and I have so enjoyed sharing in a part of your lives. What a blessing you are Alicia to so many. Thank you and much love and joy to you and your family.

Seeing Amelia in dance class brought back memories of my daughter in her pink leotards in ballet class. She's thirty-nine now! Time flies. Enjoy every second of it. You are surely getting a lot of snow in Oregon. We, here in Indiana are in the deep freeze which usually doesn't come until January.
Merry Christmas to your sweet family. Looking forward to reading about more of your adventures in 2017.

Oh, what a lovely pictures again. You captured winter and pre Christmas so beautifull.
So sweet seeing Amalia dancing.
I wish you and your loved ones a merry Christmas
With love Manon

I open every new post from you with excitement. Your story is one I want to keep reading forever. Your words are so lovely and pictures so sweet. Happy Christmastime to you and yours and thanks so much for sharing. I'm so grateful and inspired.

Wishing you and your family the merriest of holidays! Your writing is a gift, Alicia.

Snow, how magical. And that photo of the ballet dancers, beautiful. Lovely to see the community garden in winter as well. Christmas is enchanting seen through a child's eyes isn't it. And you've captured it all to perfection. Wishing you all a good week too. CJ xx

I actually noticed the fun order of the photos and enjoyed it.. sometimes it's hard to put my blog photos in order as each camera I use has different numbers so they set up out of order. I'm so pleased that Mimi seems to be enjoying ballet class.. my daughter refused to even take a class which I realize now I tried too late to get her interested. Your photo of the Nutcracker was enchanting! Enjoy this glorious week.

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((hugs)), Teresa :-)

Kristen from MA says: December 19, 2016 at 12:48 PM

Alicia, please tell Amelia that her snowman (woman?) is the cutest that I have ever seen. ;)

Merry Christmas---that tiny, so-very-intent ballerina is absolutely killing me!

Sigh. Thank you for that. It was just what I needed.

I love everything about this cozy, Christmasy post! Merry Christmas to you, Andy and Amelia! Would you please tell me where the lights around your kitchen door are from? Thank you.

as always, when i read your lovely words and peer at your enchanting pictures, i am struck with just how perfect it is...the snow, the precious little pig-tailed girl, the corgi (because nothing is perfect without one), the candlelight, tree, handsome andy, quilts, and now ballet...and did i mention the snow which i am green with envy over and is worth a second mention? but of course, it's not perfect as nothing ever is. but the truth is, that makes it even more perfect...the appreciation for that little muff, the fact that it doesn't always snow, that the house gets messy. we just find perfect wherever we can, and for a moment, we relish it. you give that to us, your readers in such a beautiful way. thanks for that. hoping you and your perfectly imperfect family have a lovely christmas full of all the things that make you wonderfully happy. enjoy 4. it's just perfect.

Laura Nelson says: December 19, 2016 at 02:14 PM

love that pic with Clover and her darling lil face framed by Mimi"s whirling pink. Christmas is just so much better when your babies are little. Too cold here in Maine brrrr...Merry Christmas to you and your darling ones.

I'm so glad I'm not the only one tearing up right and left due to holiday magic. So many of our Christmas books find me crying at the end. I love your blog (it's my favorite!) and I look forward to reading what you post in 2017. Happy Holidays! Oh, and as of yesterday snow was predicted for next week, including Christmas, here in Portland. Woo-hoo!

I laughed out loud at Amelia's comment about a growth spurt. That was so cute and so endearing. I noticed the photos were mixed up as they are usually in order, but I liked it and thought you were just trying out something new. A happy, happy Christmas to you all. Love your blog and your photos and your writing. Have been a fan for many years. xo

Your words and photos always bring emotional tears to my eyes. This one even more than usual. So sweet, quiet, thoughtful and full of wonder and kindness. I'm giggling a little as I wonder what Mimi imagines a growth spurt is 😂

Delightful December dis-order, Alicia :)

The snow is my gift as well. My oldest daughter and three of her little girls made a snow girl outside one of my windows. Snow Girl is still joyously smiling in the rain...I thought we should put a tent over her....

If you haven't already, please try to watch the Nutcracker Christmas movie on Hallmark Channel. It is lovely.

When my oldest daughter was around Amelia's age...blond with big blue eyes...we were somehow discussing what she wanted to be when she grows up. She solemnly said, "I want to be a cow." It's a memorable moment in family history that 30 years later still gives us pause as we wonder what inspired her expressed desire!

May the Lord continue to bless you and yours as you celebrate Christmas and the days beyond. xxxxxx

What an amazing and beautiful post. I cried while reading it as it was just perfect. Alicia, you have an amazing way with words that touch the heart. Thank you for sharing. Hope you and your little family have an amazing Christmas and a safe and Happy New Year.

May every blessing continue to fill your days.

With thanks for another year of loveliness and best wishes for a Merry Christmas.

so great to see all these pictures, especially of Clover Meadow and Ms Bee! my "kids" (22 yr old newly married son and his 22, soon-to-be 23 yr old wife of 4 months) are here from IN and we're making all the food and eating all the cookies the neighbors are bringing and sitting by the fire. with all that's happening in the world, why are we so blessed? have a great, happy, Merry Christmas!

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My name is Alicia Paulson
and I love to make things. I live with my husband and daughter in Portland, Oregon, and design sewing, embroidery, knitting, and crochet patterns. See more about me at aliciapaulson.com

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Since August of 2011 I've been using a Canon EOS 60D with an EF 18-200mm kit lens and an EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro lens.