I really wasn't looking forward to Christmas Day, but it was simply delightful...as was Christmas Eve. Both days were hectic and filled with traditional, family dishes and many telephone conversations shared across the miles. My aunts and cousins called to let me know that their knitted gifts had been received, and I was also able to speak with a couple of high school pals and a few local friends. I am truly blessed with an abundance of family and friends!
My youngest son and his family stayed overnight on Christmas Eve, so Santa delivered
Rat Girl's Christmas booty to my house in the morning. It was bedlam and had been quite a while since Santa delivered gifts to young children here.
Rat Girl...only 4-years old...woke her father with the following words, "My mother is up; your mother is up; so get up now!" Experiencing the innocence of a grandchild, who truly believes in the goodness and generosity of Santa Claus, on Christmas morning is a gift I'll not soon forget.
We ate our way through my infamous
sloppy lasagna on Christmas Eve and crockpot ham & pierogies on Christmas Day. I should have gained weight, but I ended up losing another three pounds. It doesn't sound like much, but I'd already lost over 20 going into the holidays. I'm not concerned just yet because I believe it's from stress. If it doesn't level off soon, I'll pursue it. For now, I'm just rolling with the punches and waiting for my new life to take its direction.