I had no Christmas Eve service to plan.
I did not decorate my house.
I did not buy a turkey, mash potatoes, make stuffing, plan a meal, fuss over details.
Gifts among our immediate family were all opened by the 17th.
There's not even a chance of snow here.
In some ways, all is so foreign, yet... here I sit, as the girls play in their silly camaraderie among cousins and uncles and aunts, old jokes being dredged up and laughed at yet again, and new jokes being forged as we laugh our way through the holidays. And it's right.
Some of the laughter is because of the jokes, much is just because it's so easy to laugh when we're all together.
More people than ever, yet not quite all. Tonight on the way home the iPod kicked into "All is Well". About one verse in, I switched tracks. "I like that one," said D. "It reminds too much," said I. "Enough said," he replied. What an amazing guy.
What an amazing family.
I am, in so many senses of the word, ridiculously blessed.
Merry Christmas. And God bless us, every one.
3 comments:
Not a chance of snow? Where, pray tell, are you?
We are in Birmingham, Alabama, where tomorrow will be a chilly 5C. It was funny going to a Christmas Eve service and seeing one guy leave in shorts, while we ourselves were in sweaters and light coats. The family time, though, has been wonderful!
yes, so amazing, and yet not quite perfect. As good as it gets this side of heaven.
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