Man, this Christmas came and went so fast I can barely remember it all. We left for Texas on the 19th so we felt like we had to do everything earlier, quicker, more rushed.
More rushed than usual?? Man, that's rushed.
But here I am saying to you so that you are my solemn witnesses (in other words, remind me of this next year - remind me!): We will not be going to Texas for Christmas again. No more!
It is just too much. It's pretty darn hard to fit Santa into a little green Eddie Bauer suitcase. Even harder to get him home.
Christmas really started on the 23rd when we brought home Truman, a golden retriever puppy for my dad. Remi hope had a fit - let's just leave it at that. Her and Truman were quite the pair.
And so on Christmas morning when I opened up my new ring...a ring I wasn't expecting to get, a ring I had never even picked out...I started to cry. It had Elisha's birthstone in it. Heck, it had Elisha's face in it. It looked like him. Small, fragile, sweet and innocent. And it was perfect. I cried when I put it on and I remembered the fragile, sweet, Holiness of certain moments.