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"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because
reality is finally better than your dreams."
reality is finally better than your dreams."
- Dr. Seuss
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Advent This!
I was just getting ready to drag out the over-sized plastic tub of holiday decorations to decorate the house. I'm finally getting serious about the season. Funny though, I've been singing Christmas tunes in my head for a few weeks and day dreaming about holiday cards (ever since KOSI announced they were turning on the Christmas Channel early this year - before Thanksgiving - yuck! I don't like acknowledging Christmas before Thanksgiving, but I digress...). I like to slowly get in to the hot tub, if you know what I mean.
In any case, I have been wanting to purchase an Advent Calendar. I'm inspired by my bestie who has created one for both her kids. We never had one growing up, we just had the advent wreath setup - though my mom never liked to burn the candles (she has never been a candle burner). I was always jealous of the girl next door who had one and got to open it every day and discover a new piece of candy (I was a cheap date then...hell I still am). In any case, it got me thinking I should buy one to count down the days. Then I got to thinking that I could try and do an Advent Calendar right here on the blog. You know, post something delicious every day.
I know what you're thinking: "hey lazy, where have you been these past two months? You're already over a week late getting started AND you have an 8 lb. life force sucking the day right out of you!" I'm thinking it myself... but I really miss creating entries immeasurably! So what the heck, I'm gonna give it a try...
Happy Holidays!
In any case, I have been wanting to purchase an Advent Calendar. I'm inspired by my bestie who has created one for both her kids. We never had one growing up, we just had the advent wreath setup - though my mom never liked to burn the candles (she has never been a candle burner). I was always jealous of the girl next door who had one and got to open it every day and discover a new piece of candy (I was a cheap date then...hell I still am). In any case, it got me thinking I should buy one to count down the days. Then I got to thinking that I could try and do an Advent Calendar right here on the blog. You know, post something delicious every day.
I know what you're thinking: "hey lazy, where have you been these past two months? You're already over a week late getting started AND you have an 8 lb. life force sucking the day right out of you!" I'm thinking it myself... but I really miss creating entries immeasurably! So what the heck, I'm gonna give it a try...
Happy Holidays!
Born Seeking Joy
There's no controlling it anymore: life that is (not that there ever was but for the most part I had a nice preconceived notion cooking for about 34 years...give or take). When I'm old and sitting in some rocker on a porch with my grand kids, I will tell them how October 2010 changed me; change my life. I will tell them how I lost my dad and birthed my baby girl - both events cracking my heart open wider each time. It's as if my moon landing finally occurred; my innocence was wholly unveiled and there was no turning back.
I don't even know how to begin. The entrance of miss m has left me wordless; I can't even do it justice welcoming her to this silly blog. I like to think she was "born seeking joy" as it says on the onesie her Aunt T gave her. She ties up my time so I can't fumble over a keyboard unraveling my thoughts. She demands my presence in the present and it has left me feeling like a newborn myself. She stole my heart and holds it some place secret. I know this because right as she drifts to bed she gets a pirate's grin across her face. It is unconscious and uncontrolled and it leads me to believe she has character... I like that about the old girl.
We have been through a lot already. I look at her and think to myself, one day I will remind her of it when she thinks she "can't" and I know she "can". We're old hat at the trenches and we found a way to survive, hell thrive. It's really nothing short of spectacular and it's really nothing special either. I'm reminded that this is life: it comes and goes in ways you never expected. It brings joy and sorrow and writes a new story every day (at this point sometimes every hour). It sends a curve ball when you anticipated a fast pitch - all you are left to do is take a swing.
Miss m is the force demanding I swing; the closing of my eyes with a wish; the crack of the bat; the cool sailing curve of an arch through the sky; the promise of a home run; and the elation of the moment. She has lit up the stadium (why I am using to a baseball metaphor, I have no idea). In any case, she's pretty fantastic and I look forward to holding her hand through this life for as long as I can.
11:11
We have a wish bone sitting on our windowsill. It's nice and dry and ripe for the cracking. I can't even remember what "bird" it came from - it was weeks ago. I keep forgetting to grab a leg and ask D to grab the other and pull - but I will do it soon enough.
I've been catching 11:11 a lot lately (perhaps because my life is now played out in three to four hour segments of time and so I watch the clock like a crack hor these days). Who knows why four ones on a clock is an open invite for wishing but somewhere along the line someone told me it was, so when I catch it I make a wish.
I LOVE making wishes. You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true (good right?! it's not me, it's Richard Bach). I remember as a kid, the one wish bone on Thanksgiving was a sought after treasure. I feel as if my parents always gave us turns at it (having to keep the peace with six girls wanting to make a wish) and we would watch as the two lucky candidates got to pull and see who's end was longer (what an effed up thing to symbolize luck; but once again, I digress). That was the great wish of the year (well that and the pennies in the Southglenn Mall fountain).
In any case, sometimes I see a wish as pure folly, but most of the time I see it as a moment to refocus on something positive I want from life.
So make a wish!
I've been catching 11:11 a lot lately (perhaps because my life is now played out in three to four hour segments of time and so I watch the clock like a crack hor these days). Who knows why four ones on a clock is an open invite for wishing but somewhere along the line someone told me it was, so when I catch it I make a wish.
I LOVE making wishes. You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true (good right?! it's not me, it's Richard Bach). I remember as a kid, the one wish bone on Thanksgiving was a sought after treasure. I feel as if my parents always gave us turns at it (having to keep the peace with six girls wanting to make a wish) and we would watch as the two lucky candidates got to pull and see who's end was longer (what an effed up thing to symbolize luck; but once again, I digress). That was the great wish of the year (well that and the pennies in the Southglenn Mall fountain).
In any case, sometimes I see a wish as pure folly, but most of the time I see it as a moment to refocus on something positive I want from life.
So make a wish!