In my heart...I'm "It's a Wonderful Life". I want to believe in the fairy tale. Life for me growing up was much darker than that. My father is a chronic alcoholic and my poor mother coped as best as was possible. Our holidays were difficult most years. The food was always great yet the mood in the house was a direct reflection of the amount of alcohol my father consumed that day and his day could start at 5:30 a.m.
I loved the Christmas season when my daughter was young. I got to live my fairy tale moments through her. This year the man in my life isn't in town, so I'm feeling a tad lonely tonight. My daughter and I are going grocery shopping for our Christmas dinner tomorrow. Just like my mother, there will be way too much food yet I can be assured that there will be no angry words on that day. The one part about growing up is I can have peace in my household and I love that. I need that.
So everyone should plan to eat too much, get those special hugs and enjoy the upcoming days for the simple pleasures they bring.
Have an AWESOME day on purpose,
Rhinestone Pepper
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