I haven't been swallowed by Rubbermaid bins of Christmas decorations, or frostbitten my fingers while caroling, or made myself ill by eating scads of Christmas cookies and other delicious things (although I HAVE been eating scads of Christmas cookies and other delicious things.)
We had a nice Christmas. I will write about it soon. I have a few little things that I want to remember, things that the girls did and said.
It's been a more difficult Christmas for our family because my Papaw, my mom's dad, has been so sick. He was in and out of the hospital from around Thanksgiving. A few days before Christmas we all learned that he was in the hospital for the last time. It was a time of waiting and praying and waiting some more.
He went Home yesterday.
While I am sad, so sad, that I will never see him again in this life, that my Mamaw had to say goodbye to her husband, that my mom had to say goodbye to her father, that my children will never have memories of him, it is bittersweet because at the same time I am so relieved for him. No more pain. No more suffering. No more sickness. Just being with Jesus. Just being with Him.