The kids are spending the weekend with my brother and sister-in-law. They did this last year during the first weekend of December, so this is the Second-Annual Aunt/Uncle December Visit for the kids. I’m glad for them. Their aunt and uncle love them so much and they planned a bunch of Christmas stuff to do with them. From what I was told, tomorrow is Gingerbread House making. Good. Good for all of them. One less thing I have to do with the kids. Ha.
My sister-in-law and I switched cars for the weekend because it was easier than switching out the car seats and all their belongings. After I gave her the rundown, kissed my wee ones and drove away in the opposite direction, I felt lighter. She doesn’t have any kids (yet) and her car is neat and uncluttered. There was nothing in the backseat and the front console wasn’t sticky. Her car is smaller, too, so everything felt lighter. In my mind, too. A whole weekend “off.”
Last year, when my brother and sister-in-law had the kids, was the weekend I kicked off this blog with my very first post. It’s been a whole year! So today I honor myself (ha) and the commitment I made to pouring out my honest, raw emotions and thoughts on this blog. It’s made a world of difference in my life and has helped me heal wounds and work through problems. I feel more balanced, like I have a stronger voice in the world, and it’s given me a place to be free and not hold back my way of thinking or write about past hardships that have caused me pain. Everyone needs a place like that. Because that’s how you grow — by opening up.
Tonight I am enjoying watching our Weihnachten pyramid spin in circles by the heat of burning candles. The wooden nativity scene goes round and round and it’s pretty in the dim light. Watching the glow of the flames makes me feel warm and calm.
I am sitting in silence, aside from the click of my fingers on the key board. I am alone, aside from my pug dog.
I am happy.