Indiana Christmas

Tomorrow we'll all be here ... well, almost all of us {dang distance and stuff}.

Merry Christmas via a voice that rings of home.

Seeing through the Fog

Interesting.  That’s the word that I use when I don’t have the words, that and 'peachy' but 'peachy' was stolen from Papa while 'interesting' is my own.  This past week has been that, interesting.

Last night I received a gift, a reminder.  Hale was over, we were chatting.  Then Sis came over and then Heels.  I was fully engaged in conversation, whole wheat pancakes, shoe admiration and talk of crazy.  Ah, that did it ~ the talk of crazy.  I felt myself separate from the conversation. I knew what was happening but it was easier to get lost in my thoughts and fears rather than to make an effort to stay involved in the conversation before the lit tree.  As I dug my feet in, literally, my mind drifted.  I added what I could when I could but the conversation between Hale and Sis went from crazy to relationships so the wandering thoughts and roller coaster of emotions increased. 

I found focus again after a short and simple sentence directed above.  I became a valid participant, keeping Sis and Hale up later than they likely were hoping to be.  My mind was free from the worries that the talk of crazy had heaped upon me.  And then, as if He knew that my retention is equal to that of Dory and I could have drifted back into 'what if land', Hale {who tends to be a bit more aware of my moments than the average Joe but had no possible way of knowing what he was doing} handed me his phone.  

On said phone was this picture. That’s the White Building on the Hill.  The last letter I received from my Uncle Mike, talked about seeing through the fog to what really matters.  The letter talked about lots of things actually ... my mission, my family, my chosen partner, my patience {or lack thereof} and stubbornness {and the abundance thereof} but he ended it with talk of the fog of life.  He ended our conversation here by reminding me that I have the option, the responsibility, to look beyond the fog to what really matters.  He spoke of his own fog and the necessity to move through it to his happiness.  Then he reminded me, in his own blunt and forceful way, of his love for me, my Grandparents love for me, my parent's love for me and the love from above.  I spent the remainder of last night, this morning actually, reminding myself of what matters, of the blessings that surround me on a daily basis.  I'm going to hold on to that a bit better, I see through the fog. 

Merry Christmas.  I would wish a fog free one to you and yours but that's not the point, there will always be fog.  Rather I wish you the Eyes and the Love to see beyond it, to what really matters.

Adulthood is not Awful

  

Sometimes being an adult and dealing with the things that adults have to deal with is far from my favorite. Not having control of a situation is sometimes not my favorite. So when those 'sometimes' get overwhelming I hold tight to the fantastic times of adulthood.  They do exist! They are the times when it is three am on a weeknight and you are wide awake having a fantastic conversation.  They are the times when you buy the fantastic jacket for a ridiculous price because you don't have to worry about the growing child's need for new shoes quite yet.  They are the times when you gather together in the middle of a snow storm ~ something parents would never let you do due to danger ~ for gourmet food, amazing company and story time.  They are the times when you come together to celebrate your chastity ~ that's right ~ with a spread of chocolate, chocolate, and Oreos covered in chocolate.  Sometimes being an adult means choosing to be like a child ~  I love it!