Now that the holiday season is behind us I am hoping to have more time to share pieces of our crazy life. I have two holiday stories that I will catch up on. It is my sincerest hope that you are not so ready to put this season behind you that you won’t enjoy my blog entries. I was decorating for Christmas this year and decided to take the Christmas tree clippings outside to my window boxes and decorate them for the festivities. I went outside and was trying to break off small branches to add to my décor. I was doing all of this without a coat or gloves on. It was very cold out and I was becoming more and more frustrated that I was not able to just break the branches apart. This job was quickly becoming more then I was prepared to deal with. I decided that it was in my best interest to put the branches down until I could get outside in the daylight and retrieve my garden clippers from the garage. Little did I know that this really was all the doing of my guardian angel. I walked onto my enclosed porch with the intent of going in the house where it was warm, where I was met by my 3&1/2-year-old. I took one look at his face and my mother’s instinct went into overdrive. I asked him what the matter was and started to survey the scene before he could stutter an answer out. What I saw directly behind him was a small fire on the cushion of my wicker chair with my husband’s blow torch lying next to the flames. . I quickly shoved my son aside while I blew out the flames and threw the cushion out of the porch. When sharing the story with my husband he was shocked that my son was able to get the blow torch trigger to work since he is often unable to get it started. OH BOY WHY ME?
