What to blog, what to blog.
Option One: A blog post all about my awesome TO DO lists and how I’m getting them To DONE. You want a whole post dedicated to that I’M SURE. Including how I finally was able to scratch through the item Pay Bills, which has been on the list no less than five sheets (with each sheet a new day), so that day after day after day I was having to once again tell myself to Pay Bills. Today? Today!
Option Two: Less obnoxious post, very lighthearted, about Henry losing his first tooth. He came downstairs right after we tucked him in and I won’t lie my initial reaction, as it often is on those evenings after a looooong day, is to say (outloud) “HENRY. Why are you out of bed?!” But this time, just as I finished saying his name, he thrust his tiny fist into the air and declared “My tooth came out! It came out!” And all the big boys came running from the front room and we all, me and Paul and our five sons, stood there on the staircase huddled together. We all surrounded our favorite five-year-old, ooohing and aweing over his tooth and asking for the details of how he pulled it himself. Five minutes before (I am not even lying here) he had cried just a little as I tucked him in. He was very concerned that someone was going to pull his tooth out of his mouth while he slept. I assured him that wouldn’t happen.
Option Three: Obvious, sad post about all those precious babies in Sandy Hook. And how you go through the day enjoying every single aspect of your life and then feel guilty because someone else’s horror is putting everything into perspective. And how you hate the thought of their immeasurable suffering being the thing that helps you not care so much that your Christmas cards might possibly not be the greatest one you’ve ever sent. God bless those people.
Option Four: A post on how wrapping our gifts really did get me in the Christmas spirit. Somehow, this chore that I always think I’m going to love but sort of dread, well it helped me turn the corner from a ton of doing, of errand running and throwing bags in the closet, to celebrating. There I was hauling out those bags and thinking about all these people I love so much, the people we’ve been amassing these items for to show our love and also to celebrate the miracle that is the Christ-child coming down from heaven to be a lowly member of the human race. What a mystery, the depths of God’s love for us — for all of us.
God’s love is so extravagant. Don’t forget to share it with every soul you come in contact with. That’s how we can celebrate this wonderful season, by sharing the love that God so freely gives.