Friday Five: 5 Things I’m Doing This Weekend

Advent 2014

The weekend after Thanksgiving means all the things, apparently.

Here are five things I’m (-slash- we’re) doing this weekend.

1. CHRISTMAS TREE! We’ll be visiting Feisley Tree Farm again to get our Christmas Tree. It’s probably my most favorite holiday tradition ever that we’ve created for ourselves, second only to our Christmas Eve together.

2. And all the other decorations for the holiday. After I finished up some work today, I started hauling out the holiday decorations. The holiday closet in the storage side of the basement is a wreck right now, and I didn’t get everything done I wanted to get done today… but things are looking good. I love Christmas. Like whoa.

3. Speaking of Christmas, PARADE! Tomorrow evening, Santa arrives on a fire truck in our town. We’ll be there. Obviously.

4. Working out and running. I ate like a very hungry human being on Thanksgiving—and lost a pound. I ran and did my workout that morning before we ate all the food. Today, I ran and did my workout before I worked and started decorating. Tomorrow, I’ll run and workout before we head off to get our tree. Sunday, I’ll run before church. All of this physical movement helps me deal with the ZOMG of the season.

5. Working on our Advent Activity Calendar. Monday starts our annual Advent Activity Calendar. I need to sit down with our schedule(s) and the calendar and map out what we’ll be doing over the next few weeks. I want to add in some new things and I want to continue some of the traditions we’ve started over the past four years. I also need to make one more envelope as we somehow lost Christmas Eve last year.

Advent 2014

I have a million other things to do this weekend. (Laundry! Cooking food! Laundry! Blogging! Laundry! Laundry! Church! Laundry!) I love this season, even with all of the hard that comes along with it. My goal is to keep my focus on the good while acknowledging and breathing through the not-so-good. We’ll see….

 

 

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Thanks for Being Mine

Thanksgiving Family

Thanksgiving Family

I’ve shared a number of family pictures over the past few weeks.

And maybe saying “I’m thankful for my family” on Thanksgiving seems like a cop out.

But I’m just so freaking thankful for the three other people that live under my roof.

Of course, I’m also thankful for a lot of our other family, both given and chosen. For my daughter and her family. For our close friends, near and far. For the children of friends whom I care for deeply. For my parents, my in-laws, our siblings, their spouses, and our nephews. For aunts and uncles and awesome cousins. For grandparents—especially for the memories they leave behind when they leave. For our big dumb dog.

This morning, I stood in our kitchen, mixing up the stuffing my grandmother used to make. The smells overwhelmed me, but still I kept on because I knew my people wanted to eat it. For as it was a part of my childhood, my growing up, it has become a part of my husband’s present, my kids’ growing up. My husband washed up the dishes as I dirtied them; we listened to Christmas music together as the boys ran in and out of the kitchen. Soon the whole house smelled of what I can only describe as my grandmother’s love, passed down to my sons. My heart felt full in that moment.

The three other people that live under this roof, the three other people in the photo with me above, they mean the world to me. They keep me moving forward; they force me to look beyond the immediate and look at the bigger picture. They make me want to do better, be better.

I am thankful for their love, their noise, their helpfulness, their joy. I am thankful for the fun they bring to my serious side. I am thankful for the fresh eyes they give me with which to look at the world around me, to look at myself. I am thankful for their patience when I make mistakes; I am thankful for their forgiveness.

Mostly, I am thankful that they are mine, that I am theirs.