Oh my. We had an amazing Christmas here in our home. Last night, Peace and Jesus and Grace were inside, outside, upside down (and right side up) and swirling all around as the three of us ate a simple meal then opened gifts.
And even though I slept on the couch and the cats kept me awake all night... and even though Tom left early this morning for work after he and I watched our favorite Christmas episode of Frasier, the one called Perspectives on Christmas ("Oh night, deviiiiiiine"....heee) ...and even though the sun never once shone outside the windows... and even though Naomi slept till nearly noon (after having worked a wild, long shift yesterday beginning at 5:00 am), still, oh the peace while Naomi and I watched many Season 7 Monks and ate and chatted and did laundry.
It was all so special, so warm, that I became teary-eyed after she left and wished she could always live here with us. But of course, that is an impossible thought--trouble would happen eventually-- because it's not supposed to be that way. Life is not supposed to be that way, no, we are to raise our kids so they can live on their own. You know, that's how it's meant to be--we raise children so they can leave us to live separate lives and to have children who will leave them, too.
But still, there were those tears which I knew were silly, but still, but still, but still... I cried them, then laughed at myself, a mom to a nearly 30-year-old daughter , a mom who--once in awhile--likes to wish her daughter could stay at home forever.
But then common sense always kicks-in and restores a balance and rhythm to my heart and my hours, my days. And Life goes on--and it is Good.