Friday, December 22, 2017

Joy, Love, Peace....and Bourbon

It is quiet in my house this morning.  The boys hit the road yesterday with their Dad headed to Alabama.  I will be headed that way soon myself.  I am struggling a little bit (maybe a lotta bit).  This Christmas will be the first after the divorce and I will be searching for new traditions to create with my boys. I have some ideas in mind that I think will be good, but there is definitely a part of me that desperately longs for what was. Change is hard.  I am just going to walk through it one day at a time with lots of prayer and gratitude for all I have to be thankful for in my life...and maybe a tiny bit of bourbon.

Speaking of bourbon, my sweet niece sent me these in the mail yesterday so I could have a cocktail during my flight.  So thoughtful and proves she knows me well!  

 
I used to have a pretty hard core fear of flying and had to take medication to even make my legs walk down the tunnel to get on a plane.  I have flown so much in the last ten years that I no longer require medication and am honestly feel pretty relaxed about the whole thing.  HOWEVER, I did just watch a plane wreck movie with Harry this week and in hindsight that was pretty stupid!  If you haven't seen Denzel Washington in the movie Flight, don't watch it before a trip.  Pilots drunk and on drugs flying airplanes upside down!  If my plane is ever flying inverted, I can assure you I will die of a heart attack long before we hit the ground! 

Lots to do today, so I must get to it.  I will find some time today to just be still.  To savor this day and this beautiful life I have been given.  To thank God for the people that fill my life with so much goodness and kindness and laughter and love. He has blessed me abundantly.

I have big plans to post during the holidays, but if that falls to the wayside please let me wish you JOY, LOVE and PEACE for Christmas.  May it be in my heart, your heart and all the hearts around the world.   

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