Of course, the Star of Bethlehem. What was I thinking? My 85 year old dad was on the roof again this season, securing the home made star to the chimney. Every year I say, “Dad, don’t get on the roof this year.” Then I drive up, and there it is—a symbol of love and hope. Bless his heart. I love him for it.
I actually sang that in my head. 😉
. . . With a tail as big as a kite. It’s always magical to see a falling star.
Of course, the Star of Bethlehem. What was I thinking? My 85 year old dad was on the roof again this season, securing the home made star to the chimney. Every year I say, “Dad, don’t get on the roof this year.” Then I drive up, and there it is—a symbol of love and hope. Bless his heart. I love him for it.