Yesterday I woke up at my usual 0 dark 30 but instead of trying to go right back to sleep I got up to look out and see how much snow we had so far. The snow was still coming down and looking out at the winter wonderland reminded me of the first snowfall after we had moved to Hilltown. That house was on a large lot with woods at the back end of the property. The great room had three large sliders that faced the yard and woods. Greg and I both woke up well before dawn and went to the great room to look out at the snow. It was so beautiful. We just stood there together, wrapped in a blanket taking it all in. It was a special moment and a lovely memory. I’m blessed to have so many memories to cherish and hold on to.

The day didn’t stay so quiet and peaceful and that is a very good thing. At 9:00 the two youngest grandchildren arrived to spend the day while their parents went to the Eagles game. We baked Christmas cookies and blasted holiday music, played games and cuddled. I made large pots of soup to feed anyone who may stop by.

Later in the afternoon my son arrived with his two children and one of my other granddaughters. It was sledding time! Off we trekked, two adults and five kids. No, I did not sled! I’m much better at watching at this point in my life. I have a phobia about ice and breaking something. Not a new phobia by any means. My X used to say I walked on ice like my ass was make of glass. But that’s a whole other life and a whole other story. The kids had a great time thanks to Uncle Billy. Hot soup, fresh bread and Christmas cookies were waiting at home.

A year ago, I couldn’t listen to Christmas music. I didn’t bake cookies. I didn’t cook.

Today I still have lots of sad moments but in the midst of it all I’m grateful. I am grateful for the wonderful memories, for my all grown up big kids that remind me that each day is a gift and for little kids that you just can’t be sad around.