It’s that sweet time between Christmas and New Year’s. Games and books are stacked on the table, with piles of candy beside them. There are bags at the base of the staircase needing to be carried upstairs. All the candles have burned low and the votives need refreshing. It’s bare under the tree except for a light covering of needles, but the lights and ornaments still sparkle and shine.
So much of life is spent between, in the middle, but this time is good, and probably my favorite. When I was a child it meant a houseful of relatives and fun every single day. Now that I’m an adult I enjoy this time even more, if only because the work of Christmas is over and, even if Paul and I are working, the days are slower and relaxed.
I last wrote here two years ago, a couple months after our accident when I was just figuring out I had a concussion. Turns out Eden did too, although it took even longer to get her diagnosed. Both were determined to be “mild.” At first that diagnosis irritated me because I felt so incredibly messed up. With time, I realized a brain injury is like many terrible things: just to have one is awful, and it could have been so much worse. We spent the end of 2013 and the beginning of 2014 busy with speech and physical therapy, and haggling with insurance. Again.
During my hiatus, if you came here to check on me and worried over or prayed for my family, thank you so much. We are doing well and I’m grateful to be excited for the new year. In 2016 I’ll be writing here weekly, as well as at Houzz.com on a monthly basis. Last year I took a break from all other writing while I worked on a bigger project which I’m excited to tell you about soon.
I hope you have a safe and Happy New Year!