The Sky is Blue

I absolutely love Christmas time.  I love everything about it. I love the lights, the cookies, the parties, the presents, the family time, the music, all of it. I love that everyone is a little kinder to one another during this season. Christian or Jew, Atheist, or whatever, everyone is just kinder. It is a season when the blinders are less effective.  It is harder to just go about your business.  I grew up in an area where EVERYONE celebrated Christmas.  Lights on every house, traditional Christmas Carols were sung at school, no Happy Holidays-- it was Always Merry Christmas.  I live in LA now, and it is very different.  While not everyone here celebrates Christmas, it is no less fun for me!  I still deck the house out in Candy Cane Lane like splendor.  We sing, we bake, we talk about Jesus, we love Christmas, just like we did when it was what everyone did.  We also get to see what life is like for those who don't celebrate Christmas.  ...

Wow, what an eventful day yesterday was.  Some days foster parenting offers challenges that exhaust me completely.  The emotional roller coaster, the investigative nature of trying to figure out what drives the behavior of a little guy. The medical, psychological, and emotional puzzle of this little guys struggles.  Interacting with so many different people, all vested in his welfare.  It really sucks the hootspa out of a girl.  Then on to Junior college night for an older son, smiles everyone, smiles!

We had an incredible Thanksgiving weekend.  It was filled with the sounds of football on the television.  Kids playing outside. Our home getting all holiday-fied, inside and out. We ate turkey, and all the fixins' for days. I took luxurious naps in the afternoon.  It was lovely. I am very grateful for this time in our lives. The hustle and bustle, never knowing who will walk in the door, tripping over dogs, always out of milk, these are definitely the good times.  I know without a doubt that a quite house for me, would be a lonely house. Many people feel differently, I know that.  I like the chaos.  I can find my zen in the midst of the crazy. Thank God for dirty, sticky, little boys.  Thank God for footballs, rugby balls, basket balls, nerf guns, and legos.  Thank God for puddles, and dirt, and sticks, and critters.  Thank God for smelly dogs, and stinky feet.  Thank God for boys who grow into Men who love women with their whole he...