A beautiful thing happened, in which Morrison and I can longer remember whose Christmas ornaments are whose. They all now live together in the same box and have fused histories, shared hooks and strings. With some of them, we just have a vague memory of receiving them, like this Cake slice that someone rightfully gave me last year:
And then of course some are 100% clear, like obviously these are my baby’s first Christmas balls:
And some of them it’s like, WHERE DID THIS ONE EVEN COME FROM?
AND LIKE, WHY EVEN GIVE US A STAR THAT’S TOO BIG TO PUT ON THE TOP OF THE TREE