For me, Christmas is not about
fancy wrapping paper or a jolly man
negotiating our chimney.
It’s about the birth
of the King of my heart.
I have been awfully relaxed this year about decor.
In my defense, we live on the edge of a magical
forest in a home with gloriously massive windows
framing light and trees and sky and snow.
I can’t compete with nature, mama!
Two extra fluffy friends join us this year.
My sister’s girls are here while she
celebrates the holidays in Italy.
This is Jessie above singing.
And this is Miss Suki…14 years young.
Sweet Bella Luna.
A family of nine in the backyard!
Old ski poles from Europe.
I spent an entire afternoon making
this ‘simple’ tissue paper garland.
My kids thought I was a freak for
all the effort and whispered stuff like
MOM, IT’S A LONG PAPER LEI.
YOU CAN PROBABLY
FIND ONE AT THE DOLLAR STORE…
They don’t get it.
I loved every minute of creating the
romantic chain whilst viewing Thelma and Louise.
omg. Gina Davis’ accent melts me! She goes:
Something’s, like, crossed over in me,
and I can’t go back (bake is how it sounds),
and i just die.
I made flowers for the tree too.
The bathtub-sized Hungarian dough bowl cradles gifts.
My sister Lisa in Arizona who is constantly
creating lovely, made this textual wreath,
and I love the scale and neutrality of it.
* * *
An obvious absence of glitz, glamour,
sparkle, and shine around the house this year.
None of the trappings above are truly blogworthy.
And it’s okay.
It has been one of the most challenging
years on record for my family because of
breast cancer and the BRCA2 diagnosis.
A whole lotta physical loss and spiritual upheaval.
Diagnoses, doctor appointments, surgeries,
instant menopause, reconstruction, orthodontia,
hair loss, and now physical therapy have
cramped my style.
By the way, I do miss my boobs, but I miss BREAD more
now that gluten has also been taken away.
I have felt God’s presence through it all.
My relationship with the One who came
into the world so humbly has deepened.
I am stronger than I imagined.
I have glimpsed grace in fresh ways.
I am muddling through and feeling
e c s t a t i c a l l y h o p e f u l
about the promise of a new year.
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Thank you for reading, and if you can
spare a moment, please leave a comment.
I would love to hear more about you
(where do you live? how are you holding up?…)
Peace to you right where you are.