
While Kullen is away at winter camp this weekend, the girls were here to give us a hand. I had gathered all of the Santas and stockings and nativity set pieces from around the house earlier in the day. I boxed away all of the Christmas cards we received for 2010 with the commitment to sit down next year when the decorations come out and read through them once again. When the four of us went about removing the ornaments and lights and trimmings from the tree, I couldn't help but think of all that might change in the year before we see these things again. So much has changed in the year since we visited them last and I am acutely aware of how much can change in the coming years as children grow into adults, parents and grandparents grow older, and time it seems stands still for no one. In this past year though painful like childbirth, the changes have all been for the better - more peace, more love, more joy. But I know that some years can be full of pain and struggle and loss. I have lived years such as that and though I have no desire to endure it again, it makes me stronger knowing I won't face it alone.
It was nice to see items that we took out independently from our separate stores to decorate the house for Christmas intermingled when we put them away. Gary packed the boxes away in the container in the garage until next year and I set about cleaning and rearranging the living room. With my birthday around the corner followed the arrival of spring, I will likely soon forget the depth of thought provoked by undecorating the Christmas tree, but then again there's always next year to remind me.
On posting a picture and wrapping the text: it has taken me nearly half an hour to remember how to do something I used to do in my sleep!
so very happy for you. i wish for a marriage like that. mine never has been and i don't know how much hope i can muster to think that it ever will be.
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