I’m not sure I know how to do this anymore, but—I’ve just hugged the last of our Christmas guests goodbye and I’m not quite ready to put away ornaments or do laundry or attack the flotsam created by a week of celebrating, so—here I am.
This year all of our family came to us. Sweet Husband’s family was here for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, then my family for the the rest of the week. Even though it was a lot of people in the house, I think, perhaps, the fact that I wasn’t the one actually moving made it ultimately feel very still.
It was our first Christmas without my mother-in-law and our first Christmas in the new house, so I was trying to go in with no expectations. “We’ll have the Christmas we have.” Which is exactly what we did.
There were some completely frolick-y, frivolous moments—going to see the “March of the Dinosaurs” in Kansas City (see above), and the irrepressible chaos and joy of two young true believers on Christmas morning….
There were some quieter times. We’ve been passing along a yucky cold, so Little Miss and I both took a Christmas Day nap or two.
There was so. much. lego. building. In addition to the Kid’s typical haul, Sweet Husband’s dad got us all the Hogwarts Castle lego set as a family gift. Despite diligent work by all of our holiday guests we’re only on bag 29/37 a week later. If this blog posting thing becomes a habit, I may have to give #hogwartscastlelego2018 an entry by itself, because it is epic.
But really, our Christmas this year was just a lot of good time spent together with people we love. Which is, in the end, the point of it all, of course. So, on that score, it was a good Christmas.
And now, I’m sitting here under a cozy blanket, looking at the toys and empty boxes under the tree. At the stockings that need to be packed away, and the slightly bedraggled nativity scene…and I’m kind of getting excited for the freshly cleaned walls and new goals that are coming in 2019. But that’s probably (maybe) another post.