This holiday season was much like the rest of the year for us. Strange, forced, not really magical but trying to make it memorable anyways. Between our family coming down with the flu, John spending time overseas for work and the death of my grandmother, December was the icing on the cake of an already rough year.
But, we went through the motions, I decorated the house. We listened to Christmas music and watched 'elf' and 'home alone' on repeat. We were definitely 'faking it until we made it', which is something I strongly believe in.
I'm not looking for pity in saying the year was rough. I think I just need to write it out. Two children under the age of three is no joke, especially when one has cried all day, everyday since birth. John starting a new, more challenging and time consuming job is no joke. And my bubbling ambition and stay-at-home-restlessesness is really no joke. But taking a honest look at what's been going on is the first step and that's where we're at.
However, even with a rough year and a rougher month, our house sure did look festive all dressed up for Christmas. And that is a reason in itself to smile.
A new year can only bring good things for us. Although I don't know what form it will take, I'm excited. I'm ready. And even if things don't work out the way I think they should, no matter how it looks, it will be just as it should be.
whew. there it is.
love love love, andrea