So much of just “life” has happened in the last month that I was fully whelmed and decided to roll with it. When I wrote last I was in PA with my mother as my grandfather had a stroke on Thanksgiving. He passed on the following Tuesday. There were the arrangements to be taken care of along with trying to help my mother. Mom lived with Grandad and took care of him so this hit her the hardest.
However even with all this sadness, Mom insisted on decorating the house for Christmas. Which of course I was required to help. Now I do decorated my house for Christmas but the last couple of years it had become a chore. I basically decorated “for the kids sake.” I hadn’t bought new christmas decorations in years. Mom had way too many decorations from her previous house to decorate her small 2 bedroom apartment with. So the decorations got packed up and put in my vehicle for the drive home.
Christmas magic was definitely afoot, because by the time we had finished decorating I found my Christmas spirit. I had a new attitude about the whole christmas season and wanted to spend more quality time with my family. I wanted Christmas to be special again. I had that child-like wonder we seem to lose as “life” and “responsibility” can weight us down.
This christmas was one of the best in years. I decorated with glee. I played practical jokes with the kids’ new phones(We charged them, changed the ringtones, wrapped them, hid them and then called them and the kids had to find them). I was and am thankful to have my wonderful husband home for good. I bought more decorations. I added to my Santa collection.
As I sit here drinking tea from my new santa teapot and eating 7-grain toast with jam, I am thankful.
