It is a snowy morning after a long break from the white stuff. It is pretty. Dell is down south at his other church congregation watching the Sunday School play especially written for today's performance. Then the weekly race is on to get back up here for the other church service. Quite a feat of timing to miss the one train crossing on the way back. Twice we have been caught sitting waiting for that train to clear the track so that we can be back here in time. It can sit there motionless for up to 40 minutes and there is no way around it. We were only late once, fortunately.
Our Christmas countdown is shorter than some: our son is coming THIS week. We will take him to the airport on Christmas Day so he can return home. I have been staggering about the kitchen on my crutches preparing the potato casserole and the yams, preparing carrots and getting the turkey into the thawing process. Dell and Eli will cook the bird Monday, prepare some stuffing and add some baby peas to those farm fresh carrots. There will be waldorf salad. There will be baking and iced cream with brandy soaked figs.....and a small glass of white wine for myself so that I can avoid those figs....and iced cream....NOT my faves! After we have thus buttered our son up and lulled him into a false sense of security we will then spring our news on him: HE has to help clean the house and fix me some meals and do some dishes while he is visiting!! Nyaaa Haaa Haaa
Actually he is very good about such things and helps without being asked now that he is an adult person. But it hurts my heart not to be able to spoil him the entire time. He has had a tough year and could use some of that. I wasn't a great mom.....too scared for 18 years that I was totally inadequate...but the relationship we have now is one of my biggest blessings in life.
The countdown begins........thank you Lord for my son.
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