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A Heart Memory
Dec. 3rd, 2007 11:52 amYesterday we decorated for Christmas. It was a lot more fun this year knowing that all of it would be looked at through the wondering eyes of my 8-month old grandbaby. Last year it just seemed a chore to get all the decorations out knowing that the holiday would be over too soon and thinking of the hassle and pain of boxing everything back up again. An almost why bother? And let me add a caveat here that although I wouldn't say I *over-decorate*, I do put up more than just the tree and stockings. There must be 15 boxes or more up in the attic of my Christmas stuff. Big boxes. So I did cut back a little.
But anyway, so the boys and their wife/girlfriend came over. That's a tradition. They have to help decorate the tree, and they *have* to listen to my Christmas music while they do so. Moms have certain privileges, you know. I made chili verde and they all stuffed themselves, and then the decorating commenced. Years previous have had a somewhat Bah Humbug attitude from my boys, but this year they both seemed to be in the Christmas spirit. Son #1 has a new baby to enjoy, Son #2 just moved into a new apartment and his girlfriend is officially moved in with him, so they'be both in happy places right now.
And you know how sometimes you take your life for granted? How much much later you'll look back and say, oh yeah, that was a good day, why didn't I notice that and enjoy it more at the time? I had a moment last night when I looked around, saw my family gathered together, and all was good. And I said to myself. This is a great moment. Treasure it. Hold it and hug it to your memory.
This morning when I was telling my friend about it on our walk, she asked me if I'd taken any pictures, so I could always remember it. Of course I didn't think of it until after the kids had gone. But as she asked me that, and I answered, no. I realized I don't really need a physical picture, because its emblazoned on my heart. A memory of my heart.
Yes, I'm the sentimental, gooshy type.
So as a matter-of-fact ending, I put up a pretty Christmas theme to my LJ. Everytime I open it up I get a thrill about how cute it is. OOPS! I'm late for yoga. Crappers!
But anyway, so the boys and their wife/girlfriend came over. That's a tradition. They have to help decorate the tree, and they *have* to listen to my Christmas music while they do so. Moms have certain privileges, you know. I made chili verde and they all stuffed themselves, and then the decorating commenced. Years previous have had a somewhat Bah Humbug attitude from my boys, but this year they both seemed to be in the Christmas spirit. Son #1 has a new baby to enjoy, Son #2 just moved into a new apartment and his girlfriend is officially moved in with him, so they'be both in happy places right now.
And you know how sometimes you take your life for granted? How much much later you'll look back and say, oh yeah, that was a good day, why didn't I notice that and enjoy it more at the time? I had a moment last night when I looked around, saw my family gathered together, and all was good. And I said to myself. This is a great moment. Treasure it. Hold it and hug it to your memory.
This morning when I was telling my friend about it on our walk, she asked me if I'd taken any pictures, so I could always remember it. Of course I didn't think of it until after the kids had gone. But as she asked me that, and I answered, no. I realized I don't really need a physical picture, because its emblazoned on my heart. A memory of my heart.
Yes, I'm the sentimental, gooshy type.
So as a matter-of-fact ending, I put up a pretty Christmas theme to my LJ. Everytime I open it up I get a thrill about how cute it is. OOPS! I'm late for yoga. Crappers!
