| So, I guess I'm going to update this thing every 6.5 months =) Christmas was sad this year. On a number of levels! For the first time in my life, I have a job that is involved in the whole Christmas frenzy. We were insanely busy. So busy, that I could hardly get anything else in my life finished. It also kept me up many nights (as it is doing tonight - even though Christmas is over!) So, I have decided, that I despise the commercialism of Christmas - I've never felt that way until this year. I think I'm finished with gifts. I never need another gift for myself at Christmas. I'll take a card, please; or a phone call even. Give money to someone who really needs it. I am more blessed than I could have ever hoped for. And, of course, the pity party I had for myself since my parents are in Thailand! I didn't really have a pity party, but I was very sad. (What defines a pity party? Maybe I did have one?!?) Anyway, some family friends had a Christmas party and invited us and another family that we grew up with. Very thoughtful. However, I, of course, burst into tears. At the party. Embarassing - but, anyone who knows me knows I'm pretty emotional and I wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm not a pretty cryer. My face turns red and blotchy. Great for pictures. Anyway, that topped off the sadness of Christmas - commercialism, missing family. It did make me really focus on the true reason we celebrate Christmas. "I could not help but think of the Baby who forever changed the world. May we never again lose sight of the true reason for Christmas: the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, who is our comfort in the present and our hope for the future." (Quoted from the most meaningful article I've read in a looonnngggg time). Ben and I spent the weekend in Arkansas and Missouri - what a great time. Good people. Good people to catch up with and spend time with. I miss Prairie Grove. fo shizzle. Jessica, I miss you especially. If you come visit this month, we must hang out. I would love some Mexican food. You can cook me some tortillas or something. And, you have the cutest baby. (Is He a Mexican?? Cause, I think Mexicans are cute!! Well, at least you and your bambino. Sorry I couldn't write this whole thing in Spanish so that you could understand it better.) And, so, I'm off to work. At home. At 11:20 p.m. Super. |
