I was wrapping gifts last night in preparation for our trip to SC today and wondered how I got to that point. I don't remember Mama or Memommie ever teaching me how to wrap gifts. I'm sure I was around them plenty of times as they wrapped, but I don't remember ever watching so intently that I would learn the intricate details of folding the paper and such. Ok, I realize it's not origami I'm talking about and that wrapping gifts is pretty easy, but still... I just want to know at what point I grew up. It was like last weekend in Orlando... I wondered when I got "old enough," "big enough" to be out of town, in a hotel room, on a mini-vaca with my husband - my husband. I have a husband. I'm a wife. Wow! I've known this for 6 months now, but even still, the word "husband" sometimes seems foreign on my tongue. I absolutely love referring to my husband as "my husband", and I wonder at what point, if ever, that will stop having an effect on me; I hope it never does.
There are so many subtle transitions over the years that it seems like we wake up and we're big people all of a sudden, and for me at least, have no idea how or when that happened. We just get so busy living life that the small steps often go unnoticed. I am feeling especially sentimental today, and I love days like these. We hung out with Pic and Erika last night. We haven't seen them much since their wedding last month, and it was great to be with them, just like being with family. This morning on the way to work, I was listening to "Your Love is a Song" by Switchfoot, and I was thinking about all the people, places, and things God has blessed my life with, for all these details are what makes up my life. While the song was playing, I was looking at the moon that was still slightly visible in the sky, the birds perched on the power lines, the palm trees swaying, and everything seemed to be perfect. I was thinking about driving to SC with "my husband" this afternoon and looking forward to every minute of it... of getting in late tonight and getting up super early to visit my 100 year old grandfather tomorrow morning in Hickory, NC... of spending tomorrow afternoon at my sister's house with her family (husband, 3 daughters, and son)... of baking white chocolate island cookies tomorrow, making Oreo truffles, and putting together pans of lasagna for Christmas Day...of Christmas Eve service tomorrow night at St. James UMC with our family in the church I grew up in and the church where John and I were married... of waking up at Mama's house Christmas morning with "my husband," Mama, her 4 cats, and 2 dogs... of spending Christmas day with my dear, precious family... of driving back to FL with "my husband" on Sunday and celebrating Christmas with his side of the family sometime next week... does life get any better? Truly, does it? We didn't do much in the way of gifts this year (although John did surprise me with some shopping last weekend and a new Vera Bradley bag and matching accessories last night even though we agreed to no Christmas gifts,) but I was thinking this morning that just having enough to pay for gas to drive to/from SC is more than enough of a blessing for me. As a family, being able to afford lasagna ingredients to feed 16 adults and 4 children, is more than enough of a blessing for me. Oh, how thankful I am!
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