My parents hit the road this morning, and only had to turn back once after realizing they left their cell phone here. I think they were a bit disheveled after an intense night of Apples to Apples. Dad is competitive, and as much as I pretend to not care, I love whooping up on him. It’s those little victories in my life that make it all worth it …
It’s the morning after Christmas. The pups are snoring on the couch, I am on clean-up duty, and Country Man is doing chores. It’s still dark out, and while the world begins to open its eyes, I sit alone.
I laid in bed a long time last night, unable to fall asleep. It felt like every struggle, every stressor was knocking on the attic doors of my mind. Do you realize your parents are in their late 50’s? Do you know how much they love seeing you? Do you know how much they love you? Do they know how much you love them? Do you realize there are many people in this world, alone on Christmas? Did you know your parents are not going to live forever? Why do you struggle with your in-laws? How can I love this man next to me so much it hurts?
I reached over and tapped on Country Man’s shoulder, and in half-sleep mode he mumbles, “What’s up, babe?”
“Just wanted to say Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, precious, I love you.”
I laid there for a little while longer, casting each care off until peaceful slumber began relaxing my mind.
It truly was a peaceful and beautiful Christmas.