It's a celebrating time of year. We gather to acknowledge those we love in so many ways. It is also a time to reflect on what we have done and achieved as we mark the end of one year and the start of another. I can hardly walk fast enough to keep up with my brain at this time of year. The emotions are overwhelming, the tasks many and great, and the excitement of the promise of joy great.
A fairy appeared cleverly dressed in her mommy made frocks, a tiny perfect fairy to float around the rooms...
The table has been set over and over with yummy treats...
as stories and gifts are shared all around. If these walls could talk they'd tell a few good yarns of women coming together with a common interest that bonds us at the heart. It's nice to know that Kate will make new quilting friends in Singapore thanks to the generous call out from some of the quilters there via the internet...our loss is their gain so get ready 'cause here she comes to liven things up!
So we finished up on Saturday and locked the door for a few days of much needed rest and celebration with our families.
This year our family broke with tradition as we gathered in a park on the harbor to picnic. Sounded so romantic and fun until I had to cook in the heat. As is my nature when overloaded, I grumbled a bit about packing everything up, worried about forgetting stuff, wondered aloud if I had planned all this right and why we were doing it even though I suspected Gai and I had planned it together...Hmm, what was I thinking then? I yelled at the boys to HELP ME get it in the car. Moan, groan, complain...Only to find the spot idyllic, weather perfect, the food tasty, the company gorgeous and the experience romantic and fun for all! A new tradition has started in our family....
For the kids it is a time of missing teeth, stories of imaginary things and dashing from one spot to another gasping to tell the story on their mind. We can only watch and wonder what passes from these lips to ears amongst themselves while knowing they are making memories to last a lifetime. Can't you just hear it? "Remember the time we...."
New and old adults took a more leisurely pace on the blankets and watched as perhaps the memories of their youth floated in and out of the conversations. Here we have a bond of a different kind, not drawn together by what we love to do but rather by the sharing of the experience of life. We have watched our children grow up together, suffering the sleepless nights, the nappy days, the toddler years, the gains, the losses, good and bad behaviors, the seasons, the holidays...the days on end that have made our lives.
Favorite stories new and old were told as the food and drink gradually disappeared.
All the time we spend preparing healthy food is virtually wasted on these occasions when really, all we need are chips and lollies! Things in shiny wrappers were the biggest draw card!
Today they look so fresh and full of an impish delight. I am compelled to make them sit and share their spirit before they decide to hide it in the disguise of the angst driven teenager. We don't gather as a family enough I think now as I look at thesechildren and see this time passing so quickly.
This was the peaceful scene for our Christmas this year. No frantic tearing of wrapping paper, no steaming hot roast dinner in a boiling kitchen but rather a gathering under the trees and sky. The air, the open space, the release of simply being together made it a perfect holiday.
There is something different about this Christmas for me this year. It isn't so much about the gifts and things but more about a new kind of memory. If things get too hectic, imagine the dogs life!