In many ways, this Christmas was one of our best ever. All seven of my children were home. I managed to get all seven to church with me Christmas morning. We enjoyed several days of food, family, and fun. And the gifts that were given and received were truly appreciated (a first among so many!). It was almost perfect, except:
- This was our second Christmas without Poppa, and I still haven't gotten used to seeing others sitting in his big chair.
- This was our first Christmas without Peyo, our beloved Dalmatian, who used to sleep on my side of the bed. I miss rubbing my feet on his warm body before I climb out of bed on cold winter days.
- This was our first Christmas without Uncle Jack and his big laugh, his big heart, and his crazy, quirky Christmas cards.
- This was our first (and I pray our only) Christmas without my husband.
And in spite of my many, many blessings and all the Christmas cheer, I went to bed Christmas night with a heavy heart, remembering those that I have loved and lost in the past two years and longing desperately for my husband.
Today is the day after Christmas, and I'm still feeling a little melancholy and sad. I guess I've got the Christmas blues...
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