I'm still working on my Christmas journal pages for the last couple days. I just wanted to share a really special time I had with some great friends last night. I have a group of friends that we all have sons the same age and they are on the Autism spectrum. We gather once a month and are a "support group" of sorts and also just really great friends. I love the conversations we have sharing our joys and our struggles. I feel like I can always turn to these women to find hope. We really help each other get through some tough times. So I made each of them a HOPE sign for their home. I put a little vintage bird on top of each and included the following poem:
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
They seemed thrilled with them and it was so much fun to give such a personal gift. I just wanted to share this wonderful Christmas memory with you because it means so much to me:)