A big blizzard is due our way tonight--just in time to disrupt the last day of school before Christmas break. I've wrapped and stashed everything because I'm certain I'll lose a day--I'll count it a blessing if I don't.
I filled the bird feeder.
I emptied the compost into the bin outside.
I ran the last errands across town.
I put the snow shovel in a good spot.
I filled the Momvan with gas.
I began a shopping list that should carry us through:
* snacks for a sledding party on Friday
* the last of the Christmas baking
* the dish I'll bring to pass at bowling on Friday night
* a family gathering on Saturday night
* a party on Sunday night with friends (fireworks over the snow and a bonfire at Chez Green Girl! do drop by, but be sure to bundle up. We'll provide the beer, chili, hot dogs and s'mores.)
* Christmas Eve dinner
* Christmas morning breakfast
I imagine this will be a doozy of a grocery run.
We'll have a white Christmas, what a blessing. And this year will be a quieter kind of Christmas it seems. I'm already drawn to the more mellow songs on the radio and feel more reflective, less frantic. Everything in the past week makes me want to light a candle, hunker down and pray a little more for peace.
But being around these goofballs keeps me from becoming TOO somber.
Mr. B went to the Bethlehem Bash at church last night dressed as a shepherd because I didn't have the patience to make him a star costume. When I told him his bo staff from karate could be his staff, he was sold.
My arms are full, I know we are mighty blessed. Recognizing all these blessings makes my heart break a little more in a bittersweet way.
Spill it, reader. Are you prepared?
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