Merry Christmas Eve! I don’t know about you, but over the last several days, I’ve been walking around in a food and wine coma! Lots of celebrating with friends and loved ones and it’s been a lot of fun, but I’ll be glad to get back on track after the holidays!
We celebrated our Christmas this past weekend with the kids and so today and tomorrow seem a bit anti-climatic for David and me. In fact, I almost considered taking down the tree and decorations yesterday, but I decided to leave them up a few more days. Today David and I are just hanging out and I’ll get in a workout as soon as I write this post. Then tonight I’ll make enchiladas, we’ll drink a Corona or two, and watch some movies. Tomorrow Kayla and her fiancé are coming over for brunch and then we’re going to see Aquaman!
I’m going to be putting together a year-end review soon, but I just wanted to write this brief post because I feel such love and gratitude for the life that I have. This year has brought a lot of joy, but most of all, I feel like I’ve experienced a lot of personal growth. Although it sounds a bit morbid, I’ve been thinking a lot about my mortality. I’m sure it’s my age; as I get older, I know that my time on this earth is shortening. However, instead of feeling anxious and scared, I’m learning to live and appreciate each and every moment that I have. That means spending more time with loved ones, learning to love myself more, and spending less time worrying about shit that just doesn’t matter. I’m learning to be less afraid and want to experience more things. I want to be able to look back on my life and know that I did every thing that I wanted to do, and even if I didn’t, that I gave it my best shot.
Looking back on this past weekend’s Christmas celebration, my favorite part wasn’t the presents exchanged, or even the delicious food and wine. It was the laughter as we played games, it was the joy as we danced and sang to our favorite Christmas songs, and experiencing being together as a family. David and I not only have two wonderful daughters, but we now have two great men that we can call sons, and a 7-year-old grandson who we love so much.
My cup runs over.
May your cup run over, too, and have a very merry Christmas!