|Posted by Dianne Christner - Christian Fiction Author on January 7, 2013 at 4:40 PM|
Today I've lost my sense of humor. Life is out of perspective . . .
out a' whack.
My company (daughter's family) has gone home. When I returned from the airport, the house was painfully hollow. As I placed my grandsons' super hero glasses into the sink, the clinks echoed throughout an eerily silent house. Through the window, my gaze landed on an abandoned tricycle. I turned and wept on hubby's shoulder. He understood and felt the loneliness too. Goodbyes are abrupt and wretched. In a blink, they are crossing the sky, flying home to Texas.
I have this habit of touring each room in the house,
getting the full effect of my loss so I can move forward.
Hubby started changing his files for the New Year so I meandered into the office and updated my website. Now, several hours later, all the Christmas family fun is taking on a dreamlike quality. My daughter's text says she's already home and unpacked.
But the memories will sustain me this January...
...as I MUST plot a new book and return to routine. I'm also blessed to have a great husband and family in town--including three sweet gkids.
One fond memory was a two day road trip that took the family to snow and a ride on the Polar Express. A real treat for us desert dwellers. We were cold weather amateurs, huddling around every outdoor heater and hotel register until we returned to sunshine.
Hubby and Me
As I start writing again, I will also battle brain-glitch. After a month of glitter that's worked its way into every surface of my home, wardrobe and probably the crevices of my brain...malfunctions are bound to occur. Don't get me wrong, I love the glitz, shimmer, and twinkly lights, just not a fan of glitter. Who invented that stuff?
With all that said, my Christmas was blessed and my heart is full.
Sometimes my emotions need to get out a' whack so my perspectives can shift.
Please share about your Christmas. I could use a good laugh.
(or maybe a good cry?)
Categories: Personal life