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This has been the best Christmas anyone in my family can remember. Not for what we got, what we gave or how much we spent but for what we did, what we felt and how we loved it.
Last year, Christmas morning was a blur - cold cereal and a mad-rush to open gifts in fifteen minutes so my mother could be with my grandfather in the hospital. My sister and I scraped our way though making Christmas dinner and nobody really remembers much.
After a year from hell, Christmas time rolls around again. This year was different. Our families were lighter and sadder all at the same time. We were sad and missing our loved ones that were with us last year but weren't with us this year. We were lighter because they are at peace and we can finally be too.
This year, instead of the horse-race style of Christmas morning, we slowed down. We sipped coffee, tea and wine. We nibbled on eggs benedict, pear up-side down muffins, sugar cookies, coffee cake and herseys kisses. We opened each present carefully and happily. We rejoiced in each others gifts and took pride in the gifts we gave. We shed tears for those who's names were missing on the gifts beneath the tree. We shed tears pain and for peace. We embraced, both physically and emotionaly then we cried and laughed our way through the day.
It was the most beautiful Christmas we have ever had. I hope your holiday was as beautiful as ours.
Christmas Thoughts
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This has been the best Christmas anyone in my family can remember. Not for what we got, what we gave or how much we spent but for what we did, what we felt and how we loved it.
Last year, Christmas morning was a blur - cold cereal and a mad-rush to open gifts in fifteen minutes so my mother could be with my grandfather in the hospital. My sister and I scraped our way though making Christmas dinner and nobody really remembers much.
After a year from hell, Christmas time rolls around again. This year was different. Our families were lighter and sadder all at the same time. We were sad and missing our loved ones that were with us last year but weren't with us this year. We were lighter because they are at peace and we can finally be too.
This year, instead of the horse-race style of Christmas morning, we slowed down. We sipped coffee, tea and wine. We nibbled on eggs benedict, pear up-side down muffins, sugar cookies, coffee cake and herseys kisses. We opened each present carefully and happily. We rejoiced in each others gifts and took pride in the gifts we gave. We shed tears for those who's names were missing on the gifts beneath the tree. We shed tears pain and for peace. We embraced, both physically and emotionaly then we cried and laughed our way through the day.
It was the most beautiful Christmas we have ever had. I hope your holiday was as beautiful as ours.
Watching the snow fall, steady, peaceful and thick, made me happy to be at home. Home, where I'm surrounded by love, warmth and doggies. It got me thinking about starting a new blog for the ramblings that sometimes (all the time) happen in my twenty-something brain. Mostly revolving around Annapolis and my life here, I figured From Annapolis, With Love would be a fitting and appropriate name for such an outlet.
The last time I can remember snow like this was winter of 1996. We had a four-foot snow drift on our back deck, with two little doggie-sized holes leading to the backyard. School was canceled for a week and we spent every single minute playing outside. Snowmen, snowforts, snowballs .. everything.
Last year we had a "snowstorm" that left us with five or six inches of snow. Just enough for me to call out of of work for the day but not enough to keep me (and my camera) inside. Sorry, boss. It was enough to make me remember how much I really love and really miss the snow.
Last night, as I snuggled on the couch, wrapped in blankets and woodstove heat, our yard stick stuck in the snow on the deck read almost twenty-three inches. Twenty-three inches. Now that's some snow. Well, snow for around here. Other parts of the country routinly see five and six feet in a day. I would love to be there, surrounded in snow, but here I am. And I am loving all (almost) twenty-three inches.
Winter Wonderland
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The last time I can remember snow like this was winter of 1996. We had a four-foot snow drift on our back deck, with two little doggie-sized holes leading to the backyard. School was canceled for a week and we spent every single minute playing outside. Snowmen, snowforts, snowballs .. everything.
Last year we had a "snowstorm" that left us with five or six inches of snow. Just enough for me to call out of of work for the day but not enough to keep me (and my camera) inside. Sorry, boss. It was enough to make me remember how much I really love and really miss the snow.
Last night, as I snuggled on the couch, wrapped in blankets and woodstove heat, our yard stick stuck in the snow on the deck read almost twenty-three inches. Twenty-three inches. Now that's some snow. Well, snow for around here. Other parts of the country routinly see five and six feet in a day. I would love to be there, surrounded in snow, but here I am. And I am loving all (almost) twenty-three inches.
