Last night I was supposed to be at our church's Women's Christmas Dessert. Instead, for reasons beyond anyone's control, my ticket and I were at home.
I've missed the event several times over the years, which hasn't bothered me at all, but this was the first time I'd had my plans to go be foiled. Silas was there, having driven up earlier in the day to work, and Devon was there because he volunteered to help with parking, which meant I had to battle an hour of torrential rains and rush hour traffic to drop him off at an event I wanted to be at myself. I cried the whole way home.
In the scheme of things, it's not that big of a deal. I'm not facing my first Christmas after the death of my teenager, like one friend is. I'm not facing my first Christmas with a broken marriage, like another friend is. I'm not a single parent of young kids who never leaves home by myself because there's no extra money for the fluff of life and no one's available to watch the kids who are too young to stay home alone, which is the reality of several people I know. It was just a few hours of eating treats, singing songs, listening to a speaker, and visiting with friends and strangers.
But I was looking forward to it.
I had a pity party for myself all day long, complete with tears and a little temper tantrum at one point, bemoaning all the reasons I was upset about it, so today I want to document what was good about the situation. Because there's always good, even if it takes me a while to recognize it.
Full disclosure: I took the ticket picture last night with every intention of sharing it on Facebook in a whiny post, even though I think whiny posts about trivial problems are incredibly annoying. Double points for immaturity and hypocrisy. We've all done those whiny posts at some point, but it's much better to use the picture today in a grateful post!
* Silas offered to stay home from work so that I could attend. Although he could have done that, responsibilities trump privileges. I insisted he go to work, but was so grateful for his willingness to change his day (and paycheck) around on my behalf.
* Naomi and I took Tyler out to do his Christmas shopping. He'd already purchased a gift for Naomi, but got the remaining four last night. I love seeing my kids' thought processes as they choose gifts for others and appreciated Naomi sticking with him at the end since I had to stay away for the sake of not seeing his gift for me.
* We got in the car after shopping and Naomi handed me a bag of Twix. Although baked goods are the biggest weakness for my sweet tooth, I love Twix. A lot. She knew I was really disappointed about missing the church event and wanted to brighten up my evening a bit, which was super thoughtful.
* Beep sent a text while we were at the store, asking if I was free to chat. I let her know I was busy at the moment, but we spent an hour on the phone later in the evening. I'd have missed that opportunity for conversation with my sister completely if I'd been gone.
* I got lots of hugs and gratitude from Naomi and Tyler for letting them stay up late to watch a movie in a room lit only by Christmas lights. I loved seeing them all cozy under blankets, hunkered down for a mellow evening.
* I opened my bedroom door this morning and discovered this hanging on my doorknob.
All the women who attend the event are given a wall calendar. I've enjoyed the one from last year, but knew I'd forfeited this year's when I missed the event. Except Devon brought one home for me! These calendars are neat because all the artwork is done by women in our church family and it's designed in such a way that the pictures will fit in an 8x10 frame if you cut the calendar part off when you're done with it.
* Walking into the kitchen, I found they brought home a bag filled with grapes that were leftovers from last night. I love produce!
I'm still bummed that I couldn't go last night, but such is life. I may have missed sweet things to eat, but there was an abundance of other kinds of sweetness!

































