It all started when we moved into our new house in Oxford after Lynda had the stroke. We built her window to be at her height to look out and the window sill to be wide enough for her to put her toys while she stood and played. We built a big concrete square right outside her window so we could look in at her from outside (even if it was muddy) if we wanted a bigger view than the peep hole in her door.
We decided that directly outside Lynda's window we would put a big tree
with lights for her to enjoy during the Christmas season. Granddaddy
Anderson decided that she needed the big outdoor multi-colored string of
lights and he got her several strands. Her tree was beautiful and
something we did every year.
After Lynda had the stroke she wasn't able to stand and play for a long time. She lay on the floor with her blankets and mattress instead. We decided to string the regular size multi-colored old time bulbs around her ceiling. If she couldn't stand up to see her tree outside. We would bring the lights inside and she spent a lot of time looking at the lights of various colors around her ceiling. We didn't take them down after Christmas. We didn't even take them down after Lynda was able to stand again and play at the window. They stayed a permanent part of her room until she went to NMRC.
Lynda loved to ride around the square at night when the Christmas lights were up. We spent many hours riding around the neighborhoods looking at light displays especially on Christmas Eve night. I imagine heaven is bright with beautiful colors and twinkling precious stones. I bet Lynda and Granddaddy Anderson are checking out all of the beautiful light shows on earth from heaven as well as heaven's glorious creations. Every day just has to keep getting better and better.
You both are loved and missed but I think you know that. Merry Christmas. Hug Jesus for me.
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