My goodness, y’all, I think it has been a week since I last sat down at this keyboard to write a handful of sentences for you.
I think I may have about 10,000 words that I could dump on you tonight, but I won’t. I don’t have the energy or, to be honest, the want-to. I’d really rather just snuggle under my faux fur throw and stare at the twinkling lights on our Christmas tree and bask in the warm-fuzzy feeling of all of this past week’s good kind of crazy.
Our church combined our efforts and fed 3 families in our neighborhood for Thanksgiving. Elli said it best when she said, “Even though she couldn’t tell us thank you, Yolanda used her hands and pointed to God and she cried.” Yolanda is hearing impaired, but she made it abundantly clear she knew Who to thank. God is good and we are crazy blessed to have the opportunity to serve Him by loving our neighbors. (We enjoyed Thanksgiving with some friends from our church and gave many thanks over a pile of pig.)
We caught up friends from my childhood, who were home for the holidays, and just sitting across the table from these dear people fed my thirsty soul. We laughed and picked up like we had seen each other last week. And laughter is so good and such a gift and I have given abundant thanks for a day of laughter, every day since Friday.
Our crazy tribe threw together a tree and strung 10 stands of lights on every branch. The boys used their pocket knives and trimmed the branches and I wrapped ribbon around some mason jars, added some candles, and we have called it Christmas. I am truly glad I left our Christmas decor in the attic of our house in Dallas. Less is more, less is more, less is more. I pray I remember that as I finish my shopping this year. I pray you remember it, too.
On Saturday, we celebrated the birth of our comedian, Isaac. He turned 6 and in true Isaac fashion, he was a riot and lived up to his name: laughter. He is a gift and he makes me laugh. That’s 2 gifts rolled into one-love that kid. We ate out Mexican and I forgot how much I miss Desperado’s salsa, and I guess that was a gift,too. Sometimes, it is a good thing to forget. The forgetting helps us to be happy in the present. And tonight, I am happy. Really happy.
Our church hosted a movie on the lawn for our neighborhood and well, IT WAS AMAZING!!! A bonfire, hot chocolate, cookies, The Polar Express, and blankets for all. Fun, fun, fun and the 60 or so folks who set up camp in our yard, drank about 150 cups of hot chocolate and ate nearly 12 dozen cookies. Mamas talked, daddies sat with their babies, and teenagers lined up for the free cookies. And this crazy mama beamed from ear to ear and she knew the gallon of spilled hot chocolate in her kitchen was worth the smiles on all those faces.
Thad and I sit in our family room tonight, tired, but not empty.
And that, my friends, is yet another gift~ for we have felt empty for quite a while now…