Monday, December 29, 2008
A week away~ what a week it was!
Soooo...how was everyone's Christmas?
If it was anything like ours, it was B.U.S.Y
Because this is our first year closeby the family AND with Matt having Christmas Day off, we were pulled in lots of different directions for the holidays. Still, we were able to carve out a bit of our own holiday time. We started Christmas morning with fresh baked cinnamon rolls and HIS story. Sweetness for our bellies and our souls, truly filling us from the inside out.
In order to appreciate the gifts of the season, we decided to celebrate the 12 days of Christmas-which we are in the midst of as we speak, although with only three presents each, the gift part of the celebration won't be stretched out quite that far. On the days that we celebrated elsewhere (my parents', Matt's parents' and Gram's house with extended families) we didn't open any of our own personal gifts~and on those days that we stayed home, one was all we got for the day. It worked out wonderfully well~ affording us lots to look forward to and lots of time to appreciate (and enjoy) what we had received.
We have been abundantly blessed by the kindnesses of those we love and we are basking in them with each new book read, each truck pushed along, each tip of the ballerina shoes and each extension of love now unwrapped.
Giftwrap now ripped and wrinkled is getting set aside for the burnpile, gift bags carefully folded for another day, new acquisitions made room for and all the tasks that have been put off for days are now glaringly obvious in their need to be done. Laundry. Dishes. Cleaning. Slowly but surely, life is returning to semi-normalcy.
There is so much I would have liked to share with you this holiday season~ the crescendo of Corynn's voice singing "O Come All Ye Faithful", the vanity I struggled with as our massive, glorious Victorian tree turned into "The Dorky Tree" with Matt's hasty and extreme "trimming", Mary's ponderings made my own, and joy.
Time is fleeting and slips too easily between my fingers, so these things will just have to be cherished quietly, without the aid of hastily typed finger clacks.
Bellies rumble as I type and I must be off to feed those noisy beasts before their rumbles turn to roars~ but in the meantime, I leave you with my favorite stocking stuffer this year...