First off: we are all alive. The world didn't end, the zombies didn't come to eat our brains, the sky didn't fall. So :p to you, myan-calendar theorists!
Anyway...
So this is my favorite time of year. I have always loved anything to do with christmas. I love glittery things, pretty wrapping paper, ribbons, ornaments, ledgends of santa, snow, the smell of things baking, spiced nuts, apple cider and wassal, christmas carols, and crazy sweaters. (There is a lot more I love about christmas but if I listed all of them, we'd be here all day.) What I love most about christmas is being with family. I love spending time watching stupid movies, singing songs, laughing till all hours of the night, and eating way too much of mom's good food. I love silly traditions like finding the pickle, hiding the army-man in the tree, and eating pizza instead of ham. I love silly games, inside jokes, and socks in your stocking. I love that people treat christmas as a sacred time to reflect and to love their family; to let kids be kids; to have peace in their lives.
It makes me sad when I see the stress people add to their lives during this season all in the name of keeping up appearences.
But it does warm my heart that so many can put aside their personal agenda's for the good of others.
I love that this is a season of hope and joy. The past few months have been filled with hope for me. Doctors say things are starting to look better. Officially diagnosed with PCOS but the medication is working well and in small doses, which is very encouraging. I am filled with confidence and hope. I am still trusting in God and not science to heal, but I am thankful for the doctors who were able to provide some answers.
I am hoping for a little bundle of joy soon, but I will enjoy this christmas with our little family duet. I look fondly forward to a christmas where I can share all of the things I love with a little gift from heaven.
I will hope for that everyday till it happens.
One day, one hope at a time.
