It is 12:42 am. I can't sleep. My sweet hubby has had four nights of terrible congested misery. He has ended up in the chair for part of the night since Sunday. I am sitting here in his chair, wrapped in my new cozy robe(early Christmas), with the fireplace going , while enjoying the lights of our darling little tree.
We have always gone and cut down a real tree. It is tradition. We have been busy this year. We were gone the days that our favorite farm was open. So, I pulled out our tiny little artificial tree and we started to decorate it. The Little man was so darling! I think that he must have put all the ornaments on himself! Em did help a little at the end, but really, Justin worked on this little tree for almost two hours. It turned out just perfect! I am not sure if we will still go and get a real tree, we still have tons more ornaments. I am not stressing about it at all.
It is hard to believe that it is already December! I always want to do a little December Daily mini scrapbook. Maybe this year I will. I took a picture tonight of a moment. A moment that I had to capture in my heart as well as on film. Emily and Justin were sitting together all scrunched up on the couch while Em read Justin a Christmas book. It seems like they are bickering ALL THE TIME! To see them sitting there all cozy together just melted my heart. I knew that I had to absorb that moment into my soul. I want my children to grow up and enjoy each other. I want them to be able to spend time with each other and not have to guard themselves from each other. I pray that they will learn to enjoy each other. These little moments are treasures for this Momma's heart!
We spent Thanksgiving in Idaho with my Mom. It was a lovely, bittersweet weekend. For the majority of at least 30 years we have had Thanksgiving with my Uncles family. It is now time for a passing of the guard. There are just too many people and it has gotten to be just too much for my Mom. Strange feeling. Sometimes these life changes are hard, sometimes they just happen naturally. I actually feel okay about the change.
I remember when we no longer could have Thanksgiving with my grandparents. I was sad. I had always loved that tradition. I remember sitting next to my Grandpa Dalley. It was my favorite place to be! I also remember sitting at the kids table, I hated that table! My grandma made rolls in muffin tins. Her rolls tasted like love.
We had one year that we had dinner at my Aunt's house and then it has been at my Mom's ever since. There have been a few years here and there that I haven't been there. Two while I was at school in Hawaii and a few when we were first married, when we still switched back and forth. My Mom has always done way too much of the work. I know that she could have asked for more help. It isn't her way. I love the turkey, her stuffing, her gravy. I also love that generally, she always wanted to use her beautiful china and glasses. Even knowing that it created a lot more work for her. A few years here and there we needed to use paper plates. That was all right too, being together was what mattered. My Mom's Thanksgiving tasted like love.
I am OK with the changing of the guard, however, it is still a reminder that time keeps marching on. Change happens. Hopefully, I can handle the tradition as beautifully as my Mom has for the next thirty years! I hope that someday my children will think that my dinner tasted like love!
