There's a bittersweet beauty in the ritual of packing away ornaments each year. They're more than decorations—they're tiny time capsules, holding the echoes of laughter, the sparkle of shared moments, and the love of those who’ve shaped our lives. Tucking them away is like gently preserving the memories for next year's reunion, trusting they'll shine just as brightly when we bring them out again.
This is a painting of one of the ornaments I inherited from my Aunt Rose.