Day 360; Footnotes of an Incredible Day

Considering that last night was not the best, that lack of sleep thing and all. Plus I’m still sure that was a spider that paid me an unwanted, unwelcome visit in the early morning hours, though I have no proof. Just the heebie jeebies thinking about spiders and that feeling so close to my face.  Molly’s barking let us know that she was ready to go outside and Bella followed her. I brought some firewood inside and built the fire up. I knew then, it was time to begin.

 Preheating the oven, I also put the coffee on. Once the ham was in the oven, I began peeling potatoes for the stewed potatoes and for the potato salad. Item by item I got my portion of the cooking accomplished. I had already wrapped the gifts, but I needed to get name tags over where I had printed the names of the recipients. Once everything was ready, I got my son to load it all in my car to carry down to the folks. Yes, they are next door, but its much easier to do it all in one trip. 

By the time I got down there, part of the family had already arrived. The tables were set up, the chairs waiting. We carried in all the food that I had prepared and then the gifts were added to those already under the tree. Before long, we were all together. Something that doesn’t happen often, even less with the pandemic. Today though, we were together. Today we shared a moment, shared making memories. We held each other’s kids, we were glad we were able to give their kids back and walk away. I made sure this time I got some of mom’s banana pudding.

 The youngsters were impatient for their gifts. They did well before and through the meal, but now, enough was enough. Gathering near the tree they were all given their gifts. It wasn’t long before shredded paper and empty boxes were in place of the gifts. The kids excitedly showing off what they had gotten. The best part, we knew the gifts were simple. Not an overly expensive one among them. If Covid taught us nothing else, it has taught us budgeting and seeking out the best deals.

 For weeks we had prepared for today. We had shopped, we bought and we wrapped. For weeks we made ready through the menu plans and cooking. Something that had taken so long to get ready for, was done and over in moments. All too soon we had to separate and move on to our own homes, some of us having to head in to work on Christmas Day. Me, I was ready to head home and to my chair.

 First, we had to clean up our mess. Working as a team, it didn’t take long before we had everything cleared away and the tables and chairs back in their place. Mom’s spoons returned to the house and James carried the trash to be hauled away. When I took the last items back to mom she couldn’t help but show off how the sweater my son had given her fit and how pleased she was over the gift. A simple, inexpensive, sweater.

 Today, as we gathered together at  mom and dad’s, it was not the food. It was not the presents. It was nothing, but time together, well, for the adults anyway. It was recognizing that nothing beats these moments, that can’t be bought in stores or ordered online. It is the moments, where laughter reigns and love flows.Merry Christmas family, I love you. Merry Christmas to my online family, you inspire me, you encourage me, you strengthen me, I thank you and I love you.

What inspires and encourages you?

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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