Christmas growing up was always exciting and magical for me. Some how it lost its meaning after moving away from family in 2000. I found it really difficult to enjoy the holiday, enjoy my family while visiting, and enjoy the festivities.
Since Georgie was born I've noticed a small change in my attitude about the holiday and I think my husband has changed a bit too. It isn't about how many people remember us during the holiday – it's how many people we remember. It was difficult… until this year.
The most amazing thing happened to me on Christmas morning. As I sat among Georgie's wrapping paper and ribbons watching him get excited over his gifts from Santa Claus… I felt moved and I suddenly told my family, "Uncle Bruce wishes everyone a Merry Christmas!" Then I cried. I felt this huge burden lift from me and I knew… knew that I had received a small blessing from my dear departed Uncle. I remembered – I remembered the magic and love.
So yes, I'm truly blessed. My folks are living with us. I know they enjoy being so close with their grandson. I know he benefits from the extra support and love he receives daily. My husband is on the road to better health as am I. He sacrifices so much during the week for us… to live so far away and miss so much – that is love. To see him every weekend is amazing and I love him all the more for sacrificing his days off for us. I know our little life isn't perfect but it's our little life that we have together… remembering all that is important.
I'm hopeful and optimistic that the new year will see the sale of our home in Michigan and a new home in Illinois, so we can all be together in one place.