It’s probably not possible to catch all the way up. December is half over. The days are flying by, the halls are (totally and utterly) decked, and all the running around is done. What’s left on my plate now is the good stuff… the baking, the reading, the knitting, the hanging out with the kids, the taking cookies to neighbors, the snuggling by the fire, and the deep peace and satisfaction of the coming Christmas eve— my favorite night of the year, every year, worlds without end.
Thanksgiving was a whirlwind, but a deeply satisfying and good whirlwind. We had family in from out of state, and the house was overflowing with kids and chaos and goodness. After all the years of our quiet, small family, having the rafters ringing with kids laughing and toddlers underfoot, while pots bubble on the stove with delicious recipes is all so deeply satisfying. I keep finding myself pausing, holding my breath for a moment or two. This is such a good life.
I managed to hold off decorating for Christmas until after dinner on Thanksgiving. There was a moment or two I felt like The Doctor on the verge of regeneration, I was trying so hard to hold in the gleeful joy of being excited for Christmas. I did it though. Barely. We got our first tree on Friday after Thanksgiving, and I will not admit how many trees there are in the house. Nope.
We’ve all been knitting— though I admit I have only made seven pair of socks this year, and only a few other things.
The boys were thrilled to help Jon put the lights on the house. What is it about a boy and getting on the roof? It doesn’t seem to matter how old they are, there is simply something about being on TOP of a house that an XY chromosome cannot resist. I declared the outside the realm of the men, and they made all the decisions about lights, and I believe their plans are for more inflatable things after the Christmas sales kick in. I will refrain from comment or opinion. I will. So help me…
And that pretty much brings me up to date. The kids have their Christmas concerts, tuba and cello, representing. I’m working on a new recipe to share, and Mo has asked me to make her a dragon head out of paper maché. Bean asked Santa for a giant bean bag, and Abby asked for a water cooler and paper cups, and Jon’s oldest son asked for a dinosaur tooth. Try walking through Toys R Us with that list.
Also, I advise against publicly saying you’re going to hand address all your Christmas cards with a quill pen. Not that I would know.
8 thoughts on “Catching Up”
Well if you’d stop being so damn awesome all the time we wouldn’t expect so much from you!
That exhaling sure feels good, doesn’t it?
Yeah. I still get scared… it’s still hard to remember to breathe sometimes,… but yeah.
You enjoy this week for me deeply and thoroughly… I’m having an exceptionally wretched December until my comps are over Dec. 20th at 4pm. At which point I get to see how much of Christmas I can salvage. Your good moments sound exceptionally good. And they are largely so because you’re in a state of mind to recognize their goodness and revel in it a little. Isn’t it interesting how misery can inform joy?
Em, it’s true, it’s part of the balance of life. Years (and years) ago, I read Kahlil Gibran, and have never forgotten this:
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?”
I’ll hold fast for you until the 20th, when you can exhale and remember how to breathe again.
I’m loving the fact that your kids knit – what a wonderful skill to have – leading to many hours of enjoyment! And the seven pairs of socks is surely nothing to sneeze at…
Nothing to sneeze at, no, but last year I think I knitted about 25 pairs, and a bunch of hats and scarves and even some gloves. This year, I was a little mellower. I love that they enjoy it, too- they all have chosen to learn on their own, and it delights me.
Your writing always leaves me with wet cheeks. (Of joy)
Lots of love this holiday season!
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