Saturday, November 12, 2016
The other day my littlest mister was sick so we stayed home from school and work & had a mommy son day.
Besides the coughing and runny nose we had a great day!
Had Chic Fil A for breakfast.
And my favorite - walked the Christmas section of target.
As I gazed on all the beautiful Christmas items I realized this will be my first divorced Christmas. The twinge of pain and sadness quickly rushed over me as I remembered previous Christmases.
Decorating the tree our first Christmas together and how exciting it was. The Christmas bulb I used to announce to my ex that I was pregnant with our first son. Our first Christmas with Seth and seeing him stare at all the wrapping paper. The Christmas I was pregnant with our second son and how anticipated the following year of joy from having 2 children. And last Christmas. Both of my boys unwrapping the presents we got for them.
All the emotions and memories flooded me like I had fallen off of a boat into the sea and I couldn't figure out which way was up or down.
But as I walked each aisle and saw more and more ornaments and wreaths and ribbons I realized something.
Even though I am not married.
Although it will just be me and my boys on Christmas and the decorating will be up to me.. I am starting fresh.
Much like winter breaks way to the loveliness of spring -- my mourning will break way to a fresh new dance.
So, next week I plan to get new ornaments. New decorations. New stockings.
And rejoice in this new life and new journey that I am on.
Ornaments, Christmas trees, and love - Monica