It was deathly quiet except for the soft tunes coming from my TV. The lights unplugged easliy and unwound with no trouble. Boxes surrounded my feet waiting for their 11 month seclusion. I filled them up and closed them up and stored them up.
Christmas is done. Again.
I filled my tea mug and sat on my little couch. My lovely living room seemed painted with plainness without all the red and gold and white glittering in my vision. I sighed as I always do when it is over.
I sipped my tea in the quiet. My beasts rested on their reclaimed floor, legs all over the carpet. Elijah scooted over and dropped his heavy head on my feet. He wiggled a bit as if to say, “ Thanks for the space.” I reached down and scratched his long fur.
The holy-days are a treasure to me.
And a burden.
The beauty of the day is my treasure. I weep each year as I think of my Abba there in the manger. He More >
Excitement edged out my concern as I dialed my mother’s number. She answered quickly, but her voice betrayed her pain, calling my heart away from joy for a moment. The hesitation I felt lost out to my grand news. “Mom!” I felt my voice raise an octave. “The baby came today!”
I had been up all night with my beloved daughter, given to me by my son’s choice of wife. I had held her body and she had wrung my heart as my granddaughter entered the world. I was estactic.
“She is tiny, just 6 pounds 1 ounce. She is not breathing well becasue she is too early, but they say she should be fine in a short time and will come home.” I stopped only to grab enough air to fuel my words. “She is so pretty, mom. She looks just like us!” I stole a look in the hospital window and saw my mother’s reflection looking back at me.
My mother’s response betrayed the smile I knew she was wearing. “She More >