For the last week, “we” seem to have finally figured out how to go to sleep soundly and not wake up when transferred to the basket. Prior to this, he’d been just falling asleep in my bed. (I just couldn’t stay awake long enough to make the transfer!)
So now I have a few minutes at the end of the day that are sort of mine.
Not many minutes, since it’s already after midnight. But still. He’s sleeping, and I’m not.
Christmas was in Portland. There will be pictures soon, I hope. It was nothing like what I’m used to, and I’d be lying to say I didn’t miss home incredibly, but it was fun to share the holiday with his clan. We found a very nice church to attend Christmas Eve morning, and since it was their only service that day, everyone was wearing festive clothes. I got my fix of Christmas hymns sung heartily, Luke 2 read reverently, and the longing shared by believers who are awaiting His second coming. Christmas day had stockings — at NOON (whoever heard of such a thing!) — and delicious food, and TOO MANY presents, but who can resist at Christmas time?
The biggest disappointment was the lack of snow. What in the world? I’ve had my share of eleventh-hour white Christmases, but I don’t think I remember a single year when it absolutely never snowed! So I was thrilled this morning to wake up to a blanket of white, with a heavy gray sky still spilling flakes. Beautiful. A fresh snowfall in the morning is what redemption looks like to me. New and white. Perfect.
Louissa is home. So is Lore. I’m so happy, and trying not to be sad that they’re leaving way too soon.
K. My few minutes awake and alone have ended. I’m exhausted.