The doors to this farmhouse were flung open wide yesterday.  I hadn't done any planning or baking, or even sent invitations. I had gone to the grave. My Aunt had purchased wreaths from the girls. The shipping to Florida was more than the wreath. So she wanted  me give them to someone that might be in need of cheering up this Season. I had decided early on to put one of the wreaths at Elijah's grave.  I leaned into the pain. I breathed in deep the fresh air and wrote in the snow;  Miss You. Because with every fiber of my being, I do.  I head back home.  I ... View Post