December isn’t my favorite month.
I do my best to keep it light hearted especially because of the holidays. But sometimes it just hits me.
Right in the pit of my stomach.
Being home this week to heal leaves me with thinking time and that’s not always a good thing.
I worked today from home and that kept me occupied most of the day.
I have Food Network Holiday Baking Championship on the TV.
I don’t bake.
These people amaze me.
Makes me want to bake.
Makes me think of the holidays and family gatherings. Cousins running amok, the kitchen smells, and just being together.
Grandparents are gone.
Daddy and Momma are gone.
Father is ill and about to have heart surgery.
And this year has people afraid to be with the ones they love.
I havent spent Lulu time with my grandchildren.
I’ve worked more for less.
Watched others make more for doing nothing.
So when I stop, I tend to think.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
My heart hurts.
I slip off into a funk and work hard to pull myself back up.
But I do and I will.
I know dwelling doesn’t help. A quick trip to feeling sad and then back to the real world.
Big Daddy comes home and makes me smile. Maddie snugs her warm body against me and reminds me I am loved unconditionally.
I am back.
Have a wonderful night.
Check out the Christmas Star.
And love big
Lorene
