Today my 13-year-old observed our neighbors hanging their Christmas lights outside, and before I knew it, he was up on our roof attempting to hang ours. This was something that my husband always did, as he fancies himself a bit of a "Clark Griswold", but he will not be here this year to deck our halls. Bitter. My 13-year-old is definitely his father's son, as evidence by his stout-hearted attempt to fill his father's shoes. Sweet!
Tonight I attended my cousin's wedding -- a wedding that I had originally been asked to sing in, but declined because it fell on one of my husband's visitation days. My cousin's new husband is in the military, and his orders were recently changed, so the wedding was rescheduled and held a month early, freeing me to attend. I am so thankful that I stuck with my original decision not to sing because I was far more emotional during the ceremony than I had anticipated. Bitter. The wedding was beautiful, and my cousin is now married to a kind, caring young man. Sweet!
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