It’s all my fault really.
I had to go and get cocky.
And we all know what happens when we get cocky.
I posted this on Facebook over the weekend ~
With a note that said, “They could have just asked us “
Maybe it was the smiley face. That might have been the kicker. Or maybe it was me referring to Melatonin as a Godsend for Brooke in the conversation that followed in the comments. Maybe it was just that I brought it up at all.
Brooke was up giggling at 3:00 a.m.
And humming at 3:30 a.m.
And laughing hysterically at 4:00 a.m.
Finally at 4:44 a.m., she came into our room (yup, she Came Out Of Her Room At Night for the second time in well, ever), stepped on Luau’s head and asked me what would happen if Jesus and John the Baptist were cutting onions. (They would cry, duh.)
So, yeah. My bad. (Although if we’re being honest, she did seem pretty happy.)
So I guess this is my long way of telling you why I essentially don’t have a post this morning. What I do have is a little critter who finally fell asleep about an hour ago and Oh My God, we’re going to be exhausted all day, but cuddling with her was completely awesome and totally worth it because she’s the best cuddler on the face of the earth (kicking and squirming and thrashing notwithstanding.)
Anyway, what I also have, aside from the rambling mess above is the following. It’s a quote from a post that I wrote just after Christmas in 2008. It took us until then to get it right, but that Christmas was the one that taught me everything. Ever since, we’ve dropped the fireworks – no more midnight visits from Santa, no more huge overabundance of gifts. We brought the celebration of this sacred day home.
This year, when I’ve found myself caught up in the running, the panicking, the buying, the Here and There and Back Again and the Damn it, I knew I forgot something’s, I’ve looked back on that Christmas, dug in my heels and said no more.
This was Christmas, 2008. And God-willing, will continue to be every year hence.
There was a softness, a lightness this year. The hurry gone, the frenzy abated. A feeling that less was far more. There was a poignant awareness that the gifts we cherished the most were the ones that we already had. It was a lot of fun to find some small things for one another, but what it all came down to for me was the simple Grace that we said before our Christmas dinner. The same one that we say together before every meal, every day.
“Thank you for the food we are about to receive and for the precious gift of each other. Amen.”
Read the post in its entirety HERE.
Have a great day, my friends.
I’ll be the one nodding off at my desk.