I do not have gifts bought or wrapped or cards sent or cookies baked, but last night I lit the menorah with my girls, and this week I get to go with each of them on a field trip, and Saturday we get to pass on a family tradition to them, and every night our trees are lit and prayers are said thanking God for the love He sent through Jesus. I could focus on what is missing from this Christmas season or what I haven’t accomplished, but to me, that would be an utter lack of gratefulness for what it is all about.
When I got home tonight, I changed into my cozy Mickey Mouse hoody, and when I reached in the pocket, this was there: my Dad’s hanky. It must be there from when we all went to DisneyWorld in January. Papa is always good for a hanky when you’re sneezing, crying, eating Cheetoh’s, or getting married. It made me miss him even more.
Next week will be the first birthday Miranda has without them, and the first Thanksgiving I have without them. I am grateful, so grateful, to still have them… and I know they will have a wonderful holiday with my niece and nephews and brother & sis-in-law. But, we miss them…
(Tonight, I made Randa and KK wear the jammies they bought them this time last year…)
Thanks to a wonderful promotion from Ripleys Aquarium, the girls and I helped feed the hungry AND got to experience one of Myrtle Beach’s top attractions together.
I miss the cultural mecca-ness of Chicago many times, but Myrtle Beach, with its touristy fun, has much to offer. I am grateful we moved to a place where the finest attraction is natural and free (BEACH!) and “being a local” often means we are treating special. the “‘lina” part of Chicagolina is pretty cool…
After an emotional church service and a family beach outing,
the perfect end to a Sunday was a motorcyle-ride/dinner-on-the-Marsh-Walk/deep-life-conversations-followed-by-ice-cream date with my best friend.
Change, change, change. It’s inevitable ’round these parts. The arrival of Josh and Kirsten and our own pending move (as well as general summer fever and June mania…why is June always so crazy?!) mean longer days, lighter nights, more noise, more laundry, more fullness of life. New seasons – the physical and the relational – are upon us. It is well.
Later this week, I will post about the crazy little thing called pre-school graduation, but in the mean time, both girls started their summer program at pre-school. KK actually moved into the classroom Randa was in all school year, with Randa’s teacher. And this, from KK’s first day, is an insightful little treasure~