Christmas is OVER and I am enjoying this post-Christmas lag when I don’t even have to know what the date is and there is nothing pressing on my schedule. It may actually be one of my favorite weeks of the entire year. It was a good holiday. There was some normal pre-Christmas Day sadness leading up to it that’s just loss/grief related. I’ve come to expect that. But Christmas itself was fine. That first year after he died I couldn’t wait to tear down all the decorations and be done with it all. But by now I’m in no hurry. Which is probably good this year because I can’t take down the tree until I get myself to Walmart and buy a big tree storage tub for it. Today the girls have some friends over and I am painting my kitchen (yes, I know – there is a touch of me that is crazy - I ended up tackling a sink full of dirty dishes in-between paint coats, too) and working on some other chores. I recently decided that my kitchen is too dark. I toyed with the idea of
Surviving early and unexpected widowhood, single parenting, adoption, special needs parenthood...I cover it all as I muse on the unexpected twists and daily minutia of my life. It's also a place where I can publicly echo the words of the psalmist in Psalm 40:2, "He brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings."