Eleven years old, missing my dear leg and sick from chemo treatments. I had dark circles under my eyes & sallow skin, but you couldn't keep the Christmas out of me!
Mom lined us, my Sister (middle), my (brother far right) and I, all up in front of the fireplace for a picture and we insisted on bringing our festive stuffed animals with us. Mackie (the one I'm holding face down) was my bear. THE bear. We had different costumes for each Holiday: a turkey suit, a santa suit (with hat and beard!), heart covered bear-boxers and a green clover sweat shirt (I think?). I still have him, he's in our room. Poor Mackie has had his head sewn on twice (once crooked by my Mom, once by Linda, my Mother -in-Law), his legs patched up (my dog liked to chew on them -- gross), his eyes chipped and his fur is SUPER matted, but he was and is still loved.
How thankful I am to be alive fifteen years later with hair and a Husband and my own Christmas decorations. And Mackie, too. He's the man.
p.s. -Did you notice the little dog in the bottom right hand corner? That was Dink (full name Ink-Spot A-Chihuahua), he was Dustin's favorite dog. Yep, Dustin met Dink five years after this picture was taken. :)
hello violet :) i discovered your blog from create*loves. not for this to sound wierd but your picture on her blog the one with your hand on your cheek, just kinda intrigued me. you know when you see someone or meet them you get a good feeling about them, well thats what happened with you :) anyway now that i probably sound like a crazy person, from one cancer survivor to another i'm happy that your doing well! :) happy holidays :)
Posted by: Jen M | 12/12/2010 at 10:06 PM