Friday, January 4, 2008
The Eleventh Day of Christmas: Some Things Never Change
I'm starting to take my Christmas decorations down, bit by bit. The wreath that dried up and dropped a bag of needles on the carpet, the big centerpiece with evergreens and fruit, the tabletop tree in my bedroom. The big tree comes down tomorrow.
One thing struck me as I have been working on our archive of family photos, and that is how similar some pictures are from generation to generation. The top photo is me, and the bottom one is my youngest niece. I Googled "babies kissing mirror" and discovered that my niece and and I are not the only little ones who loved our reflections. Do all babies kiss themselves in the mirror? I'd love to know. I haven't had that urge since about 1952!