I have spent my evening cleaning house. I estimate I am half way. Maybe a little more. I spent some time outside putting things away. I even washed four windows. Odd, I know. They needed it more than the rest. I will try to do a few more next week. The fish tank needed some water work. I am give out now.
I have my menu for the holiday weekend made out and my grocery list about ready for tomorrow after the 9 to 5. Rather than a traditional Thanksgiving menu when my daughter and her husband come, we are having a traditional Sunday dinner. Fried chicken, chicken and dumplings, creamed potatoes, gravy, yeast rolls, corn, crowder peas, greens, cornbread, sweet potato pie. We don’t eat like that anymore. It has now become a treat in my mind.
My niece and her family are coming over the holiday. I have a menu planned with two little girls in mind. I checked my supply of chocolate syrup and will make sure I select some delectable cookies. I don’t have time to bake cookies this week. We will have to make do with store bought.
He was reviewing the menu for the several days. He mentioned I had forgotten his ham rolls. Added them immediately along with the cheese torte. I hope he enjoys the festivities and the feasting.
Our holiday times are so different from the traditional ways of our childhood and even early adulthood. The passing of our parents and the marrying off of our children changed everything. I miss those two little people who used to live with me. They made my life magical.
I see two grown-ups who seem familiar. I think they are wonderful people as adults. But, I still seek glimpses of my young’uns. I still want to gather them in my arms and hold on tight.
The holidays will roll in and pass by. I want to make some more magical memories. I eagerly anticipate two little girls coming to visit. I hope and pray weather and wellness permit. I also eagerly anticipate seeing our daughter and her love. Not sure if our grand-girl will be here.
I hadn’t been looking forward to putting up a tree and laying the table with decorations. After writing this, I am feeling more like having Christmas after all. Sometimes, it helps to give myself a good talking to. Stop wistfully mourning the past and look happily toward the future. Get the house scrubbed and ready. Christmas is coming. And so are some of the children!
An image below of a place that never fails to ground me. My beloved lake in winter. I will need to spend time there soon. All the festivities will have me teetering. I go there and visit the ghosts and talk to Him. He knows all about my heart, both the strong parts and the fragile. He will scrub my soul and refresh my spirit. Any day, not just the holidays.