I’ve been trying to figure out how to write this post, but there just doesn’t seem to be a succinct way to write how I’ve been missing for too many weeks, after a promise for stories during advent. The long and the short of it:
I’m not sure what happened.
We got sick — me first and then Andy — and that kind of rocketed our little world out of alignment. It did, however, remind me of how we are a well-synced team and it takes both of us to make things work.
Christmas season is a tough one for our kids. There’s a smash of emotions all whirling for attention inside of young bodies. As parents who have adopted children with a hard history, you find yourselves stepping carefully, trying to keep emotions from exploding. It takes extra time, but it is time well spent.
Then we got a dog. There’s a story (of course) and one I’ve promised myself to write, so stay tuned to meet Kate.
My parents got stuck in Hawaii and so I picked up their dog from the kennel. Buffy is an old dog, but she tolerated our new puppy. Buffy was happy to be with us, having more energy than we’ve seen for many months. But, as the day went on, her energy level dropped.
By that evening, Buffy’s body shut down as my parents were flying across the country trying to get home for Christmas.
We held her and loved her and were so glad she was with us and not in the kennel. Not that it made it any easier to say goodbye.
This was our Christmas season:
new and old
beginning and ending
traditions and adjustments
slowing down and speeding up
pushing away and pulling together.
It was a season of unexpected blessings found beneath days that didn’t go how they were supposed to go. And somehow in the midst of it I lost my footing in this public space for writing. Even this turned into an impossible blessing. First, I didn’t stop writing, words are being stacked in my next book. Second, I realized the dear friends I have who checked in on me.
Goodbye 2014. You were a good year.