My Christmas Wish

Y'all, I have been sick. Full-blown--scaly, red, raw nose; covered in Two Old Goats; popping Mucinex like M&Ms; Smoker's Cough/Laugh/Voice; if I ever win an award, personally thank the makers of Puffs Plus Lotion--SICK. It's been terrible.

And let me add, it is a terrible time to be sick. I've got too many things to be doing. Right now, the festivities are all around…and I've got the epizootie.

Meanwhile, this past Saturday, we had our Christmas with Aunt Angie. We had finger foods, and the menu was fairly simple. The one thing that I love about going to Aunt Angie's is…there is always so very much love in the room.

We were doubly blessed this year as our Jarrod Barrod was home! It is always so nice to have him here, no matter the length of time. It is always a blessing.

We even had a visit by Dale's old buddy, Buddy! We hadn't seen him in years. It was so nice.

As we sat around watching G and Z open their presents, and then run around playing with their new toys, I sat thinking. I was thinking that my Christmas wish was granted. I was sitting there surrounded by some of my favorite people on this earth, and I was given the one thing that I had been praying and wishing for: Time with my loved ones.