Worked over …

Oh. My. Goodness. Yesterday we UN-Christmas-ed the house. It took HOURS to finish, but it had to be done. And it feels great to have our house back. Immediately after finishing up I threw on my running shoes and headed out for a run. I never run in the evening but I slept in earlier and had to change up my routine. Running was part of my reward for packing the holidays away. That might sound crazy, but YES, running was my REWARD not a punishment. HA! Anyway, it was dark but it was still pretty early, so I didn’t feel tired even from all that UN-Christmas-ing. Then the rest of my evening was super mellow. A perfect Saturday night. I ate, I sat and I spent time with some of my favorite people. Nothing strenuous AT ALL. Why then, when I woke up in the middle of the night, could I not move? Good grief. It felt like I had been beat up. EVERYTHING hurt. Heck, it still does! I met a friend for an early breakfast this morning and I was sure that they were going to have to leave me behind because I could hardly get out of the booth. I was a mess! The only thing that we did out of the norm yesterday was UN-Christmas the whole house in one day. Usually it takes at least two days, sometimes three depending on how slow I am moving. So I’m contributing my sore body to the UN-Christmas-ing. Who knew that getting rid of Christmas could be so brutal?!?!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t feel worked over!!!

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My sweet reward …

What’s better than an UN-Christmas-ed house? Rewarding yourself for UN-Christmas-ing the house! For me that looked like a nice evening run, a warm shower, comfy clothes, some great company and a glass of wine.

Well, I hope you all had a day where you received your sweet reward!!!

Get moving (again) …

What is it about the time between Christmas and New Year’s Eve? I am a SLUG SLOTH PERSON! I guess after weeks of holiday craziness I can officially say that I am wiped out. Other than running to our shop and the printer yesterday, I did absolutely NOTHING. The kids were entertained and Candy Crush gave me about 6 hours of playtime. Don’t worry, I didn’t even come close to using all of that time. Yikes! It was an unusual day around her for sure. I have to admit that if I didn’t need to go to Trader Joe’s for food later, today probably wouldn’t look much more productive than yesterday.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you get moving (again)!!!

Merry Christmas …

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord (Luke 2:11). And there is no greater gift that we could ever receive.

Well, I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!!!

FEELING all the beautiful memories …

It was a quiet morning here. VERY quiet. And I needed it. No one was up early … but me, of course. I knew that would translate into a lot of rushing later but I didn’t care. My kids needed sleep. MY GOSH THEY NEEDED SLEEP. And I needed my moment of holiday calm. I am thankful that each year between parties and performances and late nights and early mornings, I find some time for myself that doesn’t include running shoes, sweat and swearing. This is time I usually find in front of our Christmas tree, under an overly decorated holiday blanket and sipping a seasonal coffee. ALONE. It’s wonderful. It’s needed. It’s what brings the anticipation of Christmas full circle for me. Somewhere between the first sip of my coffee and sunrise a sense of Christmas peace washes over me. I love it. Some years it comes early in the season. Other years, the opportunity comes later. But I don’t ever force it or schedule it. For some reason, I’ve been blessed to have it always come naturally. God is good. He gives me this time when He knows I need it and when I will appreciate it most. It’s honestly a gift.

But this morning was different than years past. Perhaps it’s my age beginning to squeak it’s way into my little tradition. Usually I lose myself in the “calm before the (holiday) storm”, admiring our tree, enjoying my coffee and thankful for the stillness. I guess I did do all of that, but when I looked at our tree I didn’t see a Christmas tree filled with memories. I FELT a Christmas tree filled with memories. What I saw was far greater than just a “decorated” tree … what I saw was a tree that held my family’s history. Ornaments that represented our journey together. I saw marriages, births, deaths, travel, change, laughter, traditions, joy and love! AND I FELT ALL OF IT. I didn’t just see, I FELT. No, this is not merely a Christmas tree we have sitting in our family room. It is some of my most precious life moments celebrated in one very special place … a tree, placed in our home, celebrating our Savior’s birth, who gracefully and graciously gave us the opportunities to share all of those moments together.

The sun rose and bodies started moving. Doors opened and “Good Morning” greetings were spoken. The silence of my little tradition was broken. It is over until next year. And that is OK. I will greet the opportunity, again, like a long lost friend. But this year I will wonder what changed. How did my heart FEEL more clearly the memories held on our tree? Perhaps I will never know. But I do know that I walked away from this experience differently than I usually do. I am more grateful and I am a whole lot more humble. Life is so precious. THIS I KNOW. And this morning I FEEL IT.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you FEEL all your beautiful memories!!!

Ebenezer Scrooge, some Christmas wrapping paper and me …

Last night I was in a Christmas present wrapping frenzy. I turned my bedroom into a secret workshop that something Santa himself would be a little jealous of. And it was orderly! Before I went to bed I cleaned it up too. All EXCEPT for a few rolls of wrapping paper that I left leaning against a table. Now, those wrapping paper rolls seemed a little out of place being there, but they weren’t harming anyone so I figured I’d just put them away later.

THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.

Why, you ask?!?! Because in the middle of the night, when I was sound asleep (with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head), they FREAKING fell. I think I officially know what it feels like to be visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present, and Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come! Not. Fun.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t feel like Ebenezer Scrooge!!!