Thursday, December 22, 2011
I have been in a bah-humbug mood today. The rain, the rain, the rain. Having the kids home with so much excitement. Not having all the shopping and wrapping done yet. I think I'm just kind of ready. Ready to celebrate. All day today, I just kept thinking things such as, "Next Christmas...I won't wait until the last minute to do this or that or whatever". "Next Christmas, I will plan things for the kids to do." "Next Christmas, it will be easier..." Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror while Kyle was up on my shoulder. I wanted to cry. "Next Christmas...I won't have a baby." And, then I looked down at Anna who was playing with her princesses on the steps, "Next Christmas, I won't have a three year old little girl...or a six year old little boy." I am realizing that this year is probably our last year for Brice to think there is a Santa. And, frankly, I am totally okay with that. I was reading Moments With My Miracles (see sidebar) yesterday and she had a link to another blog post and it hit home. Moments With My Miracles' post title was "This Christmas". I will enjoy this Christmas and everything that it is worth but Next Christmas will focus more on what this blog post has to say.