This post may ramble on a bit, so I apologize in advance for that!

We survived Christmas! It had its moments, but I still managed to have a nice Christmas. Two days in particular were hard for me…

The first was a few days before Christmas when I was wrapping the last of the gifts. Writing out the tags, I came to a gift that Aaron and I had for his Mom. When I wrote To: Mom on the tag, I just started to cry. I cried off and on for the rest of the day.

The second, is a bit of a long story. Christmas Day is my brother-in-law’s birthday. I had made him a cake that looked like a snowman. It was rather big, so the only place that I had to store it so that it didn’t dry out was in my oven. When I turned on the oven to make muffins for the kids on Christmas morning, I COMPLETELY forgot about Frosty the Snow-cake. He melted impressively. The frosting on the cake actually BOILED! Not to fear! I can whip up another cake in just a few hours! I went to my Dad’s house to bake it because my sister has the different sized bowls that I needed to bake Frosty II. I’d forgotten that she was gone for the morning. Dad was outside putting up the attachments for his new weather station, and I’d forgotten to bring my knitting. I had the brief thought that I should see what Mom was up to once I got the cakes in the oven. It was just a split-second thought, but it surprises me that I still slip occasionally. Looking over at the empty table I reflected on the number of times through the years that she and I had sat there having a cup of coffee or tea together. She would have laughed so hard about the Frosty incident, and she would have teased me horribly over it! I missed her so much in that moment.

I’m thankful for the rest of my family, and especially for my kids. Having all of them around made the holiday easier, and gave me many wonderful memories as well. Things will never be the same again, but that doesn’t mean that they will never be good. I seem to be finding both joy and sorrow in so many things. Amidst it all though, I did find some peace this Christmas. I hope that all of you did as well.

So, Christmas for me was hard, but good. It reminded me that I have hope, for my hope is not of this world. J What is the line from that old hymn?

“Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.”