I'm taking my mind off of those visions with this view of a Christmas that must have been ca. 1994. I carbon-date that by using the method of thinking "Hmmm...it looks like the Boys are maybe 3, 5, 7 and 9?" We are at my parents' house and Boy#4 (who looks to be three years old) is opening his gift from Grandma and Grandpa.
I am struck by several things: Boy#1's excitement, and his spiffy Santa sweatshirt. Boys#2 and #3 and their haircuts, which we paid actual U.S. dollars to have happen. Husband's head, which is in view between Two and Three, and has significantly more hair than it does today. My sweater, which as of this moment I am officially retiring from Snow Day Sweater status because holy cow, here is proof that it is at least 20 years old. Also, the fact that I ever thought white tights were a good idea.
And I am struck, again, by how much I miss my mom. At this point she was just a little older than the age I am now, and still beautiful and laughing and energetic and the smartest person I knew. She wouldn't be any of these things by now, but what a lovely memory to have today.
It's a Christmas memory to calm the stress and remind me how very, very blessed I am.
Happy Thursday, everyone.