So we are prepping for the first Christmas together. See the tree? Dear me. Gift buying for kids. If Justice is hell, then apparently Toys R Us is purgatory. Not that I went. Josh was the brave soul who made that trip. We have them convinced that we installed a hidden camera that streams the video to our phones, so we will know if they try to go through the gifts. It’s like Elf on the Shelf except it is free and not near as creepy. And it seems to be yielding the same results.
Big plans this holiday season. We have recently started attending Crossroads in Florence, so we are attending the Awaited show on Friday afternoon. Everyone keeps telling me how much we are going to love it. Saturday we have tickets to see A Christmas Carol at Playhouse in the Park and then reservations at the Lager House. Sunday we plan to hit the Festival of Lights. All of this in the hopes that come Monday morning, these little buggers will sleep the hell in. 830 would be perfection.
But as we get ready to celebrate with our insta-family, I keep being drawn back to what happened in Newtown last week. Damn Savannah Guthrie and her amazing journalism skills for making me bawl like a baby on Monday morning. Hearing about these beautiful kids and thinking about these families that won’t have their children with them on Christmas morning… well, it breaks my heart. These three have only been with us for 4 months now. But I know that I would cut a bitch who ever tried to hurt them again. We had a TV moratorium all weekend. We just couldn’t do it. We wanted to enjoy our kiddos, not cry for those lost. Maybe that makes me a little heartless, but I have cried for those children for sure. 8 came into our room Monday morning while I was watching Savannah Guthrie through my tears and she asked me if I was crying for the kids who got hurt. I told her I was. She crawled up next to me, put her arms around me and told me it was going to be OK. Which, of course, made my cry harder. I asked her if she had any questions. She didn’t. I asked her if she was scared to go to school. She wasn’t. I asked her if she knew she was a pretty awesome kid. She said she did. And then I started to laugh.
Life is short. And sometimes cruel. So you have to take the opportunities to laugh and smile when they present themselves. So I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a super duper Happy New Year. Have a good one. See you in ’13.