I did not shudder when seeing the pictures of my son's
I did not beautifully plate up a pot roast dinner, complete with carrots, potatoes, and gravy on one of my good plates for my terminally ill dog, then proceed to sit and have a picnic with him on the kitchen floor. It had been a bad day for both of us, Ron Burgundy was out of town, and comfort food was the order of the day.
I did not finally get some Christmas decorations dug out of storage. I love the old sentimental ones, especially the ones the kids made in school. But I did not lament that some of them are from the 70's and 80's and my collection could use some repairing and updating.
I did not become extremely nostalgic over this one. My mom had the kissing angels that topped our wedding cake (cute 35 years ago, but would be a Cake Wreck today) made into the first Christmas decoration we ever owned. Nifty little arrangement in a bell jar. I really love this one, mistletoe and all. The bell jar and the marriage have not survived all these years! And another one of my favorites is not this mini-nativity scene. Sure, the meaning is special but best of all, I can still hear and see the 3 year-old, tow-headed boy next to me say. "Mom, it's Mary, Joseph, and JC Penney!!!" And that does not make me cry, every single year.
And while we're on the subject of crying, I did not cry five (count 'em, five!) times in church Sunday. But I had good
reason stimuli: beautiful solo of "Mary, Did You Know?," "A Story for All People," we sang the Lord's Prayer with the praise band instead of saying it (well, I lip synced), "Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone)," and "May You Run and Not Be Weary." Needless to say I left with a terrific headache and the zero degree wind chill actually felt good. Why do I do that???
Tea today: Sencha