reading: the Corrections, by Jonathan Franzen (will I ever finish it?)
My grandparents set up their nativity scene for the 60th time this year. It’s over 75 years old and it still looks amazing! My mom and I visited them Sunday, and I took a couple of minutes to photograph baby Jesus surrounded by wellwishers. While traditional nativity scenes are not really my thing, this one is special to me because it’s been in my family so long. My grandma once gave me her Catholic prayer book (with all the First Communion cards of my mom, aunts and uncle inside) and also a necklace, which I wear often. It’s nice to have stuff that links
me to my family.