That’s me! Marian the Librarian from The Music Man.
Uh hum, I digress.
But really, one day when I’m a deaf-wrinkled-old bag and have lost my wits, this will help to recall the details of Christmas 2011. Like a puzzle being carefully placed together one piece at a time, I can summon up how I spent two weeks away from Fourth Grade, with my family, particularly my dear husband who took the entire month off . Here I must note that the month of December is longer than I recall.Hands down, the best part of this season is family, friends and good health. As long as those factors are in place then everything else is gravy; especially with all the illness surrounding us … hospitalizations, cancer, pneumonia. Some friends were so sick on Christmas morning with the stomach flu that they postponed opening gifts until the day after! That stinks! Therefore, the gift of good health was glaring at me every day and kept my perspective on God’s provision.
There are basics traditions that are part of our Christmas and each one seems to magnify God’s goodness. Like walking the hood with our neighbors to check out lights and sip cocoa along the way. This makes me appreciate having a heated home, warm bed and neighbors that are friends too. Thank you Baby Jesus! Those two young blonde cuties get along great with our kids, making videos and playing hide-and-seek in the dark. After spending that evening together, I had a great idea! My plan is that we will have a WIFE SWAP in 2012. This way I can live with darling little girls for the week and Whitney can try out an “all boy” home – God help her. The only challenge is convincing my husband what a fun adventure it would be. It’s a work in progress.
I did squeeze a four-mile unicycle ride in and this was my first in months. I am in no shape to hop on Blanche and go that far, well, mentally yes, but my inner thighs beg to differ. However, it was excellent thinking time and that is what I needed because a third dog was possibly moving in and I had to work out the insane reality of that grand-canine commitment. More on that next post … WOOF!