I got all the things on my Christmas list.
Well…everything but snow for a white Christmas.
And a miraculous recovery for my back.
But that’s ok. Everything else more than made up for the absence of those things.
This year we added a princess to the family and there’s just something about a little 8 month old with her eyes open wide, drawing in her breath, reaching out her hands and saying “ohhhh…” to all the pretty and sparkly that brought a little added magic and wonder to the day.
She even said “grandma” as she came to sit on my lap. (OK, so it sounds a lot like “Guh” but I knew what she was saying!!!)
And it was really awesome to receive a phone call from my youngest brother saying “Merry Christmas” first thing in the morning – especially since we’ve been estranged and haven’t spoken to each other for years.
And texting the day’s events as they unfolded with another brother. And calling all the various and sundry relatives to wish them a Merry Christmas across the miles.
It just felt so good. And complete. Everyone present and accounted for in each other’s lives.It was quiet and peaceful. Warm and comfy.
I kept looking around the gathering and thinking about how blessed I am. Truly blessed – in the things that matter most.
The things of the heart.
That’s what I’m carrying into this week – as I am surrounded by the extraneous details – like a week of ordered bed rest or sitting in the recliner to give my back a chance to rest before going in for my final epidural, and a new full set of MRI’s.And although I initially balked at being shut-down and shut in this week – after yesterday, when I spent the day napping and resting and watching movies I’ve been wanting to sit down and watch but haven’t had the time, I thought I just might be able to do this sitting still thing – and actually enjoy it without bombarding myself with all the hundred thousand things I “should” be doing instead.
For a week.Just a week.
So, I’ve got a couple of movies ready to stream on my laptop.
And a couple of books I’ve wanted to read on my nightstand.
My new ergonomic pillow.
And fuzzy red fleecy sheets on my bed.
My comfy lounging wear.
A tin of Christmas cookies on my lap and a cup o’starbucks in my hand.
Because the doctor said so, y’all.And I promised to stop arguing with him about what I need to do to take care of myself.
Well....for this week anyway. (grin)