Well, it’s only a little over two weeks until Christmas (how did that happen?!) and I know this is when the stress levels can really go up. Between ordering cards, hosting events with family and friends, having to bake or bring food to parties, and decorating our own houses, sometimes gift-giving can feel like a chore. However, I’m here to say it doesn’t have to be! I know there are people who don’t relish the job of hunting for gifts, but I actually love it. And filling the stockings is one of my favorite things to do! My husband and I still fill each other’s stockings and I bet we will even when the kids are gone!
As promised, today I’m sharing Part Two of my Holiday Gift Guide! Hopefully you read Part One which I posted last Friday. As I mentioned in that post, my holiday gift guide is so extensive I decided to split it into two parts. Friday, I released the Men, Women, and Teens sections and today, I’m concentrating on personality types. So whether you have a fashionista sister, homebody mother, or a foodie friend, I’ve got the right gift for you!
Time is a funny thing. It puts things in perspective and makes us see things we wouldn’t have otherwise. What mattered to us when we were 7, or 17, or even last week can often seem trivial at best.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized this more and more. I’m old enough to have perspective on (most) of what is truly important. I can’t say that I always remember this, but I try. Sometimes I get caught up in the minutia of modern day living, and often make the mistake of thinking some everyday frustration is more important than it is. When I’m at the end of my life, I don’t want to look back and realize I wasted my time with things that are unimportant in the long run.
Homemaking. Not a term you hear much anymore, is it? But it’s something most of us do every day.
Something I have shared here before is how important I think the art of homemaking is. When I cook, or clean, or even decorate, I don’t do it to make my house more beautiful to the outside eye, I do it so that my family has a comfortable place to call home.
I wait all year for summer, as if I am still whiling away the days in a classroom. I still think the term “beginning of the year” means the month of September. My summer memories of my childhood are so clear and deep, it is as if they were yesterday.
I need to step away from any thoughts of decorating, or clothing, or errands, or “to do’s” today. Last night my beloved Golden Retriever, Scout, had a sudden and unexplained seizure. It was horrible. To experience someone you love, human or canine, thrashing and drooling and unaware is just simply, terrifying.