Purpose

In the past year, we have combined 3 households into one.  During this time, piece by piece, things have moved from storage or dining room, into a new purpose in our house.

Today, trying to make room for the Christmas tree, the hutch that was in Mom's living room is moving into our bedroom to become a dresser. This has sat untouched in the dinning room since it came to the house. Nothing in it, nothing near it. I just couldn't figure out the where and what and how this would take purpose in our house. So it sat.  Until today when I moved furniture and it found a new home. And as I opened the drawers and dusted, I caught a smell of Mom. I have longed for this smell and the comfort of my Mom.

Stan has decided we are doing the holidays this year. I didn't play the year Mom was sick, and last year, I was so over my head, I didn't even come to the table.  So Thursday brought turkey and ham, and Friday brought a real Christmas tree that we cut ourselves. Today brings the first time I have seen our Christmas ornaments in a couple of years and the village of Bethlehem.  I think no matter how I drag my feet, Stan is pulling me into the holidays this year.

I am coming into a busy week and a busy weekend. Our Christmas Cantada is next weekend and I am playing handbells, we have our Christmas party for work, and Monday is our end of month.  Next weekend, I am ringing bells for the Salvation Army (One of my more favorite things to do) and have a couple of Meals on Wheels things to get finished before my route in a couple of weeks. I need to run to Greensboro to put out Christmas flowers for Mom and Dad before the row gets rowdy. 

Zach and I are reading the first candle for Advent tomorrow (Hope).  This is the first time we have done this since he was small.