The boys have been on Christmas break since Friday. I have not had much computer time which is fine with me. I enjoy for the most part being with the boys. Lots of normal bickering with them, though.
OK on to the post...
I have spent the past few days (kids and all) reflecting on where I was a year ago this Christmas season. I remember having to ask permission for an eight hour home pass on Christmas day. Dave came to the rehab hospital early to get me ready. Signed release forms. Pushed the wheelchair down the hall. Pulled up the warmed car. All in. Driving home thinking about the boys anticipation was more than words can express. (My anticipation as well.) We are home. Dave parked and helped me into the house. Lopsided I was. I could partially walk with a WHOLE LOT OF SUPPORT. Inside Stuart almost knocked me over. Literally. The boys couldn't wait any longer to open the stockings & presents. I teetered into the living room, thankful but exhausted being home. After stockings we opened presents in the sitting room (tree locale) It was a bustle of wonderful activity - so much for my brain comprehension. I took a LONG nap after breakfast.
This year I look forward to waking in my own bed (hopefully after 7, depends on the boys). Then on to stockings, presents & breakfast. All in our p.j's. We used to have a family brunch. This year I really desired for it to be low key for the morning. We will see Grandma & Poppy later in the day.
Please pray I would not forget my blessings and reflections that are so hard to put into words.
Have a blessed Christmas. I am so thankful Jesus came as a baby to save you and I. I am so unworthy.
Blessed be the name of the Lord!