Happy Birthday Eve

Let the miracles begin...

Remember two years ago when Miss Ky fell on the concrete font at the Christingle Service and required stitches on her forehead?

Yesterday while out shopping with Dad, her face got up close
and personal with an icy step.



We did an emergency run on terrible roads to the base dentist and I'm glad to report that she won't lose the tooth. I could gloat about how this would never happen on my watch, but it's Miss Ky.

It helped snap me out of my funk (nearly vomiting in the car while Dad retold the story of how her mouth hit the sidewalk will snap me out of just about anything).

Son # 1 and I spent nearly an hour on the phone while
shooting each other photos.

Here's one he sent me.





Just so you know, he does NOT have a zoom lens.

I asked him if the snake struck at him and he said, "Oh yeah, he really wanted me dead".

On the 8th, I mailed the kid a box filled with one small gift to open per day for the week leading up to Christmas.
The package STILL hasn't made it to him.
His sister, who drew his name this year, had an Amazon gift shipped directly to him (she's amazing for a three-year old). I told him it was safe to open it since Miss Ky had paid extra to have it wrapped with a gift card... can you guess?
Amazon must've been really busy to have messed that one up.

BUT

I'm not going to let it get me down.

The gift miracles didn't happen (no bike, no gifts to the oldest who is alone), but the main gift did, 2000 years ago and that's what it's all about--the real reason we run ourselves ragged in terrible weather (and far into debt) is to show how much we love someone, how much we want to celebrate the birth of Christ.

My children are happy, healthy and not carrying snake venom in their bloodstream. Life is good.

I hope your homes are filled with the love and happiness you each deserve. Thank you for your kind words, your friendship and for letting me into your lives with your wonderful stories and comments.

Happy Christmas!! See you on boxing Day.