It was a great Christmas starting in September as we choir members worked so many extra hours in preparation for the Christmas pageant.. which was held the second weekend of the month... other weekends hubs and I travelled with a group to Thomas Road Christmas Specatacular... which truly lived up to its name.
Our Sunday School class dined for the Sunday brunch at the msot swanky and festive spot in town..
We got to facetime with our family several times.. hoping each time to get to see Doodle Bug take her first step and we did this last time.. just yesterday.. But since we were with them in November we didnt go for Christmas so it was just the two of us for the holiday.
Oh, I planned a couple of great dinner parties for special friends but alas, we both came down with the flu and had to cancel them both.. even the postponed date fizzled, as one of the guests now has the crud... so this past week of December has been quiet and contemplative...
which for me has been a needed time.. I mean my dear parents
celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary in 2014... although they didnt get to spend any part of the day together.... for both were doing very poorly in separate nursing facilities. Dad was 95 and mom was 91. Dad finally gave up his fight December 13th, 2014 and mom continued her struggle until December 27, 2015. I really didnt have much time to mourn either of them.. everyone told me I appeared so strong and brave.. but it was only because our dearest daughter was with us to hold me up in the physical and the rest I gave to the Lord. Being the only child and executor there was much to be done and I threw myself into the tasks at hand. Come December 2015 we were excited because our second granddaughter, Doodle Bug was about to be born...coming in a week late, she was born on the 27th... God redeemed that day for us...and hubs and I were miles away from home revelling with our kids.. for a month.. So Christmas came and went bringing happiness and cheer..
But this Christmas was something else... it all came crashing down on me... I tear up even now with the thoughts that have beset me... Oh, not dreary thoughts, not at all.. just wonderful happy memories of past Christmases... both mom and dad loved Christmas so and gave everything they had physically to make each one special... even up til they had to give up housekeeping. Even with the most glorious of memories the sentimentalist in me comes out and I cry and ache for mom and dad... I know theya re in heaven adn I truly would never want them back in the shape they were in... I dont even like to remember them that way... but the little girl in me cries for momma's arms and daddy's lap... and after a little while I praise the Lord that I had and have such an amazing family I am truly blessed... and this has been a blessed Christmas!