It Is But A Memory

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Wow!  Been a while since I’ve been here.  I’ve missed being around you guys.  I do appreciate you hanging around during your busy schedules.  I’m glad to be back!

I’ve had  a wonderful time this Christmas.  Getting back in touch with the holiday and what it truly meant.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a loving, wonderful, Christmas.  I wish it were Christmas everyday!  Most people seem so happy.

I know there are those who didn’t have such a great Christmas.  Life doesn’t stop because of the season.  I just hope that if you are one who had one of those bad life moments this past week, that you will turn to your friends, your family, those that love you, and to God for understanding, comfort, and care.  I’m here as well if you need an ear.

I’m going to share with you the highlight of my Christmas this year.  I hope that you too, will share with us your highlight.

For mine, we need to go back to November.  I don’t remember what day it was, but the kids had went shopping with the Grandparents.  I remember them coming home and my 10 year old was crying.  My 13 year old had a scowl on her face.  Something was up, I just didn’t know what it was yet.

I asked my son, the 10 year old, what was the matter with him.  He was all distraught and said that he and his sister had bought me a present for Christmas.  But now she wasn’t going to say it was from both of them, She was just going to say it was from her.

He was just tore all to pieces.  I could see the hurt on his face.  In his eyes.

I asked my daughter what was going on and she said that he had told her that he wanted to buy his own thing for me.

I’m sure they were fussing about something when all of this went down.  But, she stuck to her word.  He asked about it quite often only getting the same answer from her.  The worry and hurt would again start over for him.  I’m not sure which was more prevalent, the worry or the hurt.

Well, Christmas morning came.  We gathered in the living room and I handed the kids their gifts.

My daughter then handed me the gift and she made it a point to say “This is from me and him.”

Oh, you should have seen the joy in my 10 year old’s face.  In this quite, calm, voice he said “Thank you Ali.” and looked at her with a look of love that I don’t see very often between the two of them.

That was my biggest and bestest Christmas present this year.  It would seem that some of the stuff I am teaching both of them seems to be taking hold.  My daughter had the heart to let her brother in on the prize, and my son showed so much gratitude that they both made my heart melt.

Then, just with a snap of the finger, Christmas is over.  It is but a memory.  But it truly is a memory that I will take with me for the rest of my life.

Because of HIM

SC