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This weekend I got my act together and took down the Christmas tree. Over the years, I have created quite a collection of ornaments; some specially bought for the kids, some bought before my marriage, some handmade by little fingers, some given by my sister. Each piece has its place in my memory.

Sometimes it is hard packing them away for another year. It is difficult seeing representations of how quickly my kids are growing or knowing that family members present during past celebrations are gone. This year, though, it felt more more like a realization of all I still carry with me.

Each ornament I've gotten my kids is a snapshot of our lives together. One of my youngest's is a resin mother and toddler bear cuddling on a sled. It reminds me of his favorite book at the time "Can't You Sleep, Little Bear?" and how he would climb in my lap covering my face with kisses begging me to read it just one more time. Of course, there is always my oldest's penguin which reminds me of his favorite movie at the time, Pingu. I can still hear his delighted belly laugh watching Pingu ice fishing with a seal. To have shared such simple, unbridled joys with my children is my blessing.

This year my tree also held a dove ornament in memory of my Dad's passing. It is both sad and comforting to see it among the others. Despite his loss, it is a sweet reminder of his presence in another form. To have had him nearby for as long as I did is a blessing.

Although life can change dramatically in a matter of moments, there are some things that never can be stripped away. Memories can bolster the spirit, urge us onwards into the unknown by reminding us of the gifts we have had all along.

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About the Author : Catie Hayes is founder/editor of WomanLinks.com; a community of support, spirituality, growth and empowerment for women. She is a freelance writer, the single homeschooling mom of two, and an avid fan of laughter, spontaneous dancing, cats and chocolate (not necessarily in that order).