Not that I haven't had anything to share, but have been extremely busy when I come in to the office in the mornings (which is where I usually type these up).
Christmas has come and gone and I think it all went well. I chuckle when I remember surprised or delighted expressions on the ones who received specific gifts from us. It felt so good to see their eyes light up or just a smile. I think all the meals went well and all were happy with what they got.
December was a busy month. Besides all the Christmas shopping (mostly on-line this year) and decorating, and other activities, one of our granddaughters moved in with us. I was extremely surprised, yet grateful, that hubby agreed to it. Of course it is only through the end of school, he says. There have to be 'rules' for the permission. sigh. I just wanted to give her an option other than moving in with her boyfriend's family - of which I would have been dreadfully disappointed. So when the end of this school year comes, I'm not sure what will happen. I think grandpa enjoys having someone else to fuss over when I'm not home, but you never know his mindset.
January started out busy, but brought great joy with it. Our son was brought home from Iraq. Unfortunately, January has also brought some sorry with it in that my children's grandmother passed away the day after my son arrived home. Which is good, for now he is home and can attend. In fact, he and his family left out yesterday morning to head to Indiana. I just checked to see where they were - and they are currently in Joplin, Missouri. I've prayed the snow storm that is heading that way be delayed until they get there - and they report clear weather right now. Thank you Jesus.
Life goes on. Time to get back to work. Just thought I'd take a break and get some thoughts down.
My heart hurts for my children. Death is so hard - and seems to hurt worse when everyone is so far away. But all three of the children have managed to find a way back for the funeral, and I'm glad. I wish I could go - but I am the outsider of this family. But, I have always loved their grandparents - they were more like my parents than my own parents were. I think one of the hardest things in a divorce is leaving the family of those you love. I have many fond memories of "mom" and "dad". Especially mom. :-)
Memories are good.
Blessings!
