Today, I sent my kids off to school. I would love to tell you they were excited to get back to their routines, but that was not the case. The struggle was real here and down to the wire. I barely managed to get my Lincoln in the door before the late bell rang...but it is done and my house already looks cleaner without the kids home.
Truly, we had a great Christmas holiday and a wonderful Christmas break. Today, first on the list (after writing this post) is to put Christmas back in the boxes. I wonder how long I can drag out writing this post?
The high point for our kids this Christmas was our trip back to Pennsylvania. Last Christmas, we didn't travel and Philip and I loved every minute of it. We had pajama day after pajama day, drank tons of coffee, and watched more Hallmark movies than should be allowed. Yes, my husband loves to watch the Hallmark Channel with me and I love to watch "Planet of the Apes" with him. It is a perfect balance that usually tips a little more my way.
Although our children were not happy with us, this Christmas we planned to do the same. Then a broken foot, a swim meet, and a few other activities caused us to change our plans. I wish you could have seen their faces when we "broke the news" that we were going home for the holidays.
A few days before we were supposed to travel, we discovered that all the cousins would be present for this holiday extravaganza. We were not sure how you logistically have 4 families in one house, but the kids had not one concern about the details. For them, they just saw the potential of a 3-day sleep over with their favorite people who share their last name.
And that is just what they got. Blankets, pillows, sleeping bags, video games, cookies, presents...did anyone say anything about sleeping? The verdict is still out on that one.
At the end of our 3-day rendezvous, we packed up our stuff and our 4 exhausted children and set our course for our family home. It took 10 minutes before all were sleeping and I couldn't help but smile when I looked at their "worn out from happiness" slumber. I knew they had just made memories to last a lifetime, the kind of stories they will tell their children about their cousins, Christmas, and all the things that make a trip back home special.
Going home for Christmas isn't always the easiest. Packing, unpacking, traveling there, and traveling back can make our marital bliss something a little less than fun. We like when there aren't any lines for the bathroom, we control the thermostat, and the kids get sleep...
But we go for the kids. For their cousins. For their uncles and aunts. For our parents. For their grandparents. For our friends. For the memories they make with their favorite people they love to call "Family."
And we go for us so we can remember where we started our story, how much God has done in our lives, the children he has added to our hearts, and that miracles don't just happen at Christmas...but all year long.
Living Completely Undone
I am a girl passionately in love with Jesus, my husband, and my children. I am forever learning how to live a life completely undone for my God. This blog is about my journey and a few funny stories in between.