So much for the peace and quiet I thought these days would bring. If anything, we are more busy than normal. We visit Erin twice a week. I don't mind the visiting. We all seem to be getting along well and she seems to be trying.
I enrolled Hayden in school one day a week so he could get some peer interaction. The poor boy was playing with the dogs like they were kids. He loves school and doesn't want to leave when I pick him up. It does my heart good to see him engaged and playing with the other children when I pick him up. He's been put in time out once, and it broke his heart. He takes after me. When I was little my mom could look at me the wrong way and I'd cry.
I attended a "Blue Christmas" service on Tuesday with my Aunt Susie. It was a service dedicated to honoring those who have left us and acknowledging the pain and sadness that can exist this time of year. I haven't been inside a church for any type of service in almost four years. I appreciated the symbolism and rituals of the service. It's easy to move forward in life, to skip past acknowledging the pain of loss. After all, life is so full it's easy to move from one thing to the next and just keep going. For the last few days I've though about the service and about ways to remember those we've lost as we celebrate this season. How do you honor/acknowledge those you've lost as you celebrate?