I remember my mother telling me when I was a child that the month of March “comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb” – or vise versa. I’m wondering if the same can be said for an entire year. Or at least a holiday season.
So the last you heard from me, we had just gotten back from Six Flags. The next day, Nathan was in bed. All. Day. Long. I literally had to grab his ankles and drag him out of his bed at 5 p.m. so I could change his wet sheets. Then he went back to sleep. On the floor.
I have NEVER had a child do that. It was a little unnerving.
The next day, he perked up enough to eat some breakfast, then he spent the rest of the day on the couch with a fever.
Aaaaaannnnd Tuesday night, I was feeling a little woozy.
So it began.
I don’t remember much about the holidays. I was horizontal for most of the week. I opened presents at Michael’s parents’ house on the couch with one eye open, then spent the rest of our visit in bed. By the time we got to my parents’ house on Christmas Eve, I was at least able to sit up and enjoy the festivities. Christmas Day was spent in our pajamas watching movies.
Between the five of us, we’ve gone through at least 7 boxes of Kleenex in the last week. We’ve all been snotty and coughy and congested, and we can’t seem to get rid of it. Blehck. No fun.
But I have grand hopes for 2011. I’m feeling very optimistic. This year is going to be great. My good mood may have something to do with this:
We didn’t go out to the house for a week because we were either traveling or coughing, but we stepped inside yesterday and were blown away by how much work has been done.
No one will say out loud that we’re ahead of schedule, and I’m afraid to even think optimistically about the completion date, but it sure seems to be coming along quickly.
We’ll just leave it at that.
Because we’re currently living in this cozy little rental house, we couldn’t possibly fit the 50+ friends within our walls to bring in the new year – so our friends, Danica & Israel agreed to host this year’s bash in their new home. Danica was determined to “make the blog” and brought out a new Wii game that is now on our own family wish list:
She organized a dance-off tournament. Danica, Michael and I were in the finals. Danica (former cheerleader) and I (former drill teamer) busted our moves to “U Can’t Touch This” and ended up sucking wind on the carpet when it was all over.
Michael just moved his arms. And he won.
(But we burned more calories.)
(And proved that we still got it.)
Michael got this for me for Christmas (after I saw it in Barnes & Noble and oohed and aahed over it).
I grew up an Episcopalian and came to an understanding of who God is and who I am in Christ as a teenager – and then the repetitive liturgy of my childhood took on a new, richer meaning for me. But I don’t think I’ve ever truly appreciated the community aspect of common prayer – the same prayers being prayed, the same verses being read across the world on the same day, and being part of something bigger than yourself and feeling connected to the family in a mysterious, profound, encouraging way. The authors include short biographies and “on this day in history” paragraphs with each day’s reading, and that too makes me realize how I am a small part of a great movement of God. Pretty cool.
So I’m feeling good about 2011 – not just the house, though obviously that will be extraordinarily thrilling – but about life in general. I sense that God is calling us out to do some pretty big things and experience Him in new ways.
I pray the same for you, my dear internet friends and readers. Happy New Year!