Threads of love .

My childhood was threaded with the unconditional love of my maternal grandparents, they made all the difference. Christmas was a joyous time , everyone was welcome in their home and every year they put up a silver tinsel tree. We have our own such tree and today Freya helped to hang the decorations and then we had a carpet picnic next to the tree to celebrate. She must have done lots of helping elsewhere because she was very skilled at looping the decorations onto the silvery branches.
I sincerely hope that when our grandchildren look back they will see those very same strands of unconditional love threading through their childhoods and that it will, in turn, make all the difference.