Puzzle Therapy and Family Traditions

I’m thinking about y’all tonight. Your faces came to me as I sifted the pile for border pieces. Every card table gathering of puzzle warriors I’ve ever partnered with have agreed to that major rule– outside edges first.

Sisters-in-laws…remember the infamous year of “The Apple”? Someone tell me. What were we thinking?

Another table, other puzzles, two sisters and a mother. One sister determined to conquer, one willing unless  more fun could be had elsewhere on the premises. A mother who would’ve helped –had her grands not trumped puzzle time, every time.

Another table, other puzzles, and offspring trying to navigate the teen years.

Late nights and heart to hearts with a daughter over the safety zone of a puzzle that offered a legit reason to avoid eye contact. A son who couldn’t have been less interested in the project, joyfully force fitting puzzle pieces in the name of camaraderie.

Another table, other puzzles, and young adults– a daughter and daughter-in-law and longer, slower holiday afternoons, before the babies started coming. I decided it’s been one too many years since the table came out and a puzzle laid down.

I chose a lovely holiday scene with Santa Claus landing on a snow-covered roof.  I think y’all would like it.

Hugs, Shellie

P.S. The border’s done!