It was a ROUGH week. Reese was in the emergency room TWICE. She’s never been that sick. I don’t think I have worried about her like that since she was 2lbs and in the NICU. It was scary to say the least. Thankfully she is recovering well and is her happy healthy self for the most part. Her appetite and energy aren’t quite back to normal yet, but they are getting there. So needless to say I pretty much abandoned our normal way of life this past week. It’s honestly all a big blur now. Being gone last weekend didn’t help either. I can’t tell you how many times I had to ask what day of the week it was. I was so LOST! But I can’t let a week like this pass without mentioning our VILLAGE. The friends and family who ALWAYS have our back. Their love and support are the REAL DEAL and we are blessed to walk through life when them. They make tough times easier and good times even better. The seasons we have shared with them have weaved into a lifetime of memories that I wouldn’t trade for anything. I honestly couldn’t be more thankful for these beautiful souls!
So, I guess there is only one thing left to do now that things have gone back to normal around here. OK fine, OUR normal. HA!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you get back to your regularly scheduled programming!!!
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!!!
It’s a good thing I’m a runner because when my big kids are home we try to cram as much fun as possible into our days. It’s like one enjoyable adventure and event after another. I love it, because making memories is what life is all about!
Well, I hope you all have a day that feels like a mad … NO, HAPPY … dash!!!
My son George headed back to his university this morning. I absolutely love it when he is home. Before he graduated from high school we would have daily talks. At some point almost every afternoon I would make my way to his room and plop down on his couch for our talk. Out of all the things that I miss about this kid when he is at school, that is what I miss the most. Sure, we text, talk on the phone and FaceTime, but it’s not the same.
This holiday week was a busy one for us and although George and I found plenty of time to have our talks and hang out, I never made it to the couch where our talks usually took place. We laughed a little bit about my rigidity on this one since I literally talked his ear off all week. He is SO patient with me! HA! Anyway, we did have our talks this week and we spent lots of time together, but there is a part of me that will always remember a simpler time. A time when he was just a knock on the door away. I miss those days, but I am finding that lately I embrace the changes easier knowing how happy he is with his life. THIS could quite possibly be the most comforting thing I’ve felt as a mother. When your child is happy, nothing else seems to matter. At least that is how I feel.
This morning I got up and made one of George’s favorite breakfasts, Eggs Benedict. We were busy trying to get him out the door with packing and loading his car. But I just had to do it. I made my way to his room and plopped down on his couch. We talked briefly, but he completely understood that I needed a moment there. I had to claim a little of our past together in the midst of his beautiful NOW and on the verge of his incredible future. I can accept all the change that has happened and all the change coming, but the mom in me will still steal a glimpse of his childhood every chance I get.
Well, I hope you all have a day that is the same but different!!!
By the end of today all my babies will be home for Thanksgiving. It will be the first time since early August that I will be with all of them at the same time. My heart and my home will be bursting with joy.
Well, I hope you all have a day where your have a full heart and home!!!
I have tried EVERYTHING to keep myself busy these past few days. Sid and George are heading home for Thanksgiving and I am SO excited! This is when I tend to want to text and call them A LOT to plan everything out. What do they want to do? What do they want to eat? What do they need? I could go on like this for days! They have both had very busy schedules the past few weeks so I told myself that I couldn’t be excessive leading up to them coming home. Which has been ROUGH! But I wanted them to be able to get all their work done so that they could feel relaxed and enjoy themselves when they got home. So I have worked, baked, cleaned, shopped, watched Christmas movies, made lists, and checked them twice (HA) all in an effort to stay out of their hair and not drive them crazy with my excitement. Well, with George driving home today and Sid flying home tomorrow night I no longer have to contain my excitement! YAY! Thank goddess, because it was getting painful.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t have to hold it in!!!
I. LOVE. THANKSGIVING. It is my favorite holiday and the days leading up to it are always filled with a great energy. With my big kids coming home from college and the plans we have to spend with our family and friends, I am beside myself with excitement! I am SO thankful for all of them! And let’s not forget our Black Friday tradition. We ALWAYS have a blast! It’s like a whole week of celebrating and it begins NOW!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you get your party started!!!