Our house looks like a bomb hit it. 5 days post Christmas and it’s still a disaster. If someone rang our doorbell right now, I'd shout for everyone to freeze and lay down and pretend we're not home. Yah, it’s that bad.
But here I am, amidst wrapping paper and boxes, toys and dogs…and I’m so happy. Happy it’s over, but happy we made it work…together. I always took for granted spending Christmas with your family, but with Rob having to work this year it became much harder to squeeze it all in. But no worries, we did.
We sang songs…Bodie loved his rendition of “Jingle Bells”, which he unfortunately changed the words to “wiener bells”…oh, Bodie :)
We ate well. We spent time together. Santa treated us good. All the kids got Pillow Pets! As Bodie was going through his stocking, he pulled out a little notepad. He inspected it…and then said “What the hell is this?” It was the funniest thing ever…but also not really the Christmas message you dream of your kids saying when they see the loot Santa brought them. So I guess it’s a good place to start with New Year’s resolutions…watch what I say around the kids. *I’ll try*
Christmas was great. Christmas Eve at Papa and Grandma Rene’s. Christmas morning at our house with Bri Bri and Amber and Papa and Nanny…then off to Papa and Nanny’s for dinner with Papa Don. Then Monday Christmas in Garden Valley with Papa Bob and Sue Sue. SO.MUCH.FUN.
If you haven't noticed, I'm a sentimentalist. I know not everyone likes Christmas, and it can be a painful time for those who have experienced hurt and have difficulty defining the distinction between reality and idealism and all the blur in between. But the pain of life always makes the good stand out even more...like water rising above the oil.
We've cried this year. We've complained and cursed and cleaned up messes, just like everyone else. There are scuffs on our walls and bruises on our heart. But, in the end, there is good. And we know when to celebrate, and celebrate we do.
We've cried this year. We've complained and cursed and cleaned up messes, just like everyone else. There are scuffs on our walls and bruises on our heart. But, in the end, there is good. And we know when to celebrate, and celebrate we do.
And all the efforts we put into this grand celebration...it was worth it. Every bit of it. Merry Fifth Day-after Christmas.
