Well I am still struggling with pneumonia. I am at least able to get up and around but I tire so easily. It's frustrating me because I can't celebrate Christmas like we usually do. In years past we have taken the kids to the Festival of Lights at the zoo or to the holiday train display at Museum Center. This year however just going to church wears me out. Ironically this fits in perfectly with our church's sermon series this month -- The Advent Conspiracy. Our pastor has been talking about spending less and giving more. Give presence, not presents. And with me having pneumonia and not being able to do much, I have been spending more time just hanging out with the kids rather than taking them places and spending money. Tonight, for example, the 6 of us sat down after dinner and watched A Charlie Brown Christmas together. Then at the end we sang along with the characters to "Hark the Herald Angels Sing." And last Friday night we went out driving around and looking at Christmas lights. That's one of my favorite traditions really. There are a couple neighborhoods that have fabulous displays that we have to drive by every year. I only wish I'd thought to take along my camera and take pictures of some of the houses we saw. The kids seem to be enjoying the Christmas season this year in spite of my illness. Regardless of whether we get the tree up and the cards sent, this will certainly be a Christmas to remember!
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I remember being pregnant one Christmas (early in the pregnancy) and was sick most of the time during November and December. I lost the baby on Christmas Eve -- wasn't that a bummer? But I did the same things. We just sat and watched TV or rode around looking at lights. What with all the school functions, which i managed to get to, and at that time I was teaching, so I HAD to be there, we got to celebrate somewhat. And the really bad thing was that Alan was in Washington, DC attending school and was home only every other weekend. So my children we were 8, 6, and 5 at that time and I were on our own until Alan finally got home for two weeks at Christmas, which was when he took them to the trains, the zoo, and at that time museum center was a mall, and that was fun as well.
Take heart, dear daughter. You'll remember this year as the year you grew and your children will rise up and call you blessed for your sacrifice.
Love you.
I hope you get well soon, Amy. We'll be praying for you! I hate pneumonia- and the tireds last sooo long. God bless you sweetie!
Phil's cousin Jennie Rose
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