Well, made it out of Friday the 13th unscathed!
Actually, I had a pretty good day. Got to go look after my grandchildren last night. That was a treat. God, they make me smile! Baby Ethan reminds me of his dad so much. He’s got such a serious little look on his tiny face, like he’s just taking it all in, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll let you know what he thinks a little later on. Can’t wait til he’s walkin’ and talkin’!
Today, I’m spending the day cleaning house and doing a bit of writing. I’ve got quite a few things to work on — a short story, a couple of children’s stories, some poetry, a couple of essays and of course, the ever continuing list of ideas that I never seem to get around to. But I’m sooo happy to be able to spend today and tomorrow just dabbling away at what moves me. A rare opportunity.
Christmas is coming fast! Last night we were talking Christmas day plans with Landon and Jenn. I can’t believe it’s that time already. They’re excited to spend their first Christmas as a family in their first home — and I’m just as excited for them. That’s such a wonderful feeling, that little cocoon you make around yourself and your child(ren), it’s a place where nobody else can come, where you truly come to appreciate what you have created. Now I’m getting all sentimental, so I’ll stop. But it is a rare and wonderful thing.
I’m getting used to the idea of Christmases spent mainly with just Tim and I. A few years ago I’d have been crippled with self-pity, but I’ve finally accepted this change in my life, and even embrace it. Although I do sometimes long for the days of noisy Christmas mornings, kids laughing and crying, adults getting into the ‘nog a little too early and turkey dinner perpetually late, I can appreciate the quiet relaxation of a day spent leisurely reading, doing jigsaw puzzles and talking to loved ones and friends on the phone. We’ll do Christmas morning/afternoon with Landon and his family and it will be perfect. It really is so true: To everything there is a season.