When I was struggling with infertility, one of the things I dreamed about most was a family Christmas with children running around, my mom’s good cooking, lots of music, cold weather, and just lots of together happiness. I had idllyic visions in my head about what it would be like. A warm comfortable home, my parents there, a beautiful tree, lots of tidings of love, comfort and joy.

It’s never happened. Well.. not around Christmas time anyway. We have gone to Florida at Thanksgiving and celebrated early, but I have always missed having my parents here. I wanted to do it right. Show them the joy. Nurture them in my home.

Now my father has Alzheimer’s and there just aren’t going to be many “dream Christmas” opportunities left.

But it’s finally happening….

My mom and dad are coming today for Christmas. I can not wait. I pick them up in an hour.

I know, I know, I probably have it too romanticized in my brain. I’m setting myself up for disappointment. But I can’t help but be excited. This is it. The first time in a decade that my parents will be in my home, with my kids and all of us together on my favorite holiday of the year.

We have wonderful things planned…. Crafts, plays, Christmas outings to the city….

The only thing that mars it — is knowing neighbors close by are suffering in the dark and cold facing days without power. We have several friends who we have given care package too – including loaning our supplies but you feel helpless really. Because. I. Know. How. It. Feels. To. Be. Without. Power. With. Kids!!! And I just so feel for their suffering during this holiday season.

Anyway… not sure how much I will be blogging over the next ten days. So I want to wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas.

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