Because I drove my honey to work early this morning, and because I just finished off the last of his hot chocolate, and because I just read an email from Sara O. A. who "just wanted to say 'hi' and make sure [I] haven't morphed into a gray cloud Cleveland style", I am putting out a little ramshackle post instead of crawling back under my warm covers.
Happy New Year!
Is it really January 8th?
If you've been wondering where I've been, I think Sara got it right. I morphed into a gray cloud Cleveland style. And now it's time to come back.
Our Christmas season was sweet. My favorite part, which should be no surprise here, was the music and the singing. Malcolm's renditions of "Angels we have heard of on high, each-ly singing o're the planes...", "Feliz Navidad", and "Deck the Halls" really had a way of ushering in the Christmas spirit. Christmas Eve, Dave and I burnt some midnight oil making our gifts for the boy. Malcolm woke to a little kitchen and some felt food. "A little kitchen! For me!" (It still has some finish work to be done, but in the mean time it is getting played with as is.) A few days later, my parents, Megan, Benny-boy, and Hillary Kate arrived with a sleigh (van) full of cheer. All the way from Utah, bless their hearts. We rang in the New Year together, I made cinnamon rolls for the 1st time, and before I knew it, the family was backing out of the driveway and Malcolm and I were waving goodbye. There was a lump and then there were tears. I tried to explain to the little two and a half year old that I was happy AND sad. He snuggled on my lap and let me rock him and that was just-the-thing.
The gray cloud is still hovering. But, here is my little bit of inspiration for 2009 - received, like all good things, while humming in the shower: "This little light of mine." 'Let it shine', I thought, that will be my theme for this year, and then I thought, that will be our family theme for this year (growing up we had such yearly themes, I'm trying to remember what they were, help me out family), and then I thought, we'll make it into a collage and hang it where we see it everyday and add to it throughout the year, 2009 Let it Shine, and then I thought, that rhymes, cool.
So there you go. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. 2009, Let it Shine. Catchy.
This post was brought to you today by cold toes on a cold morning, hot chocolaty liquid, and an email in which I am told "you're really cool."