But the kids don't seem to notice a thing. They just wake up each morning, eager to open those doors, excited to see what each day will bring. And in the midst of it, they decorated anyway. Wall or no wall. (And the wall did come down! Just in time for us to put up a tree before we left for a visit up north!)
(Not too cozy without furniture but a lot of room for jump rope!)
We arrived home from another week out of the house (this time for vacation) just in time for Christmas Eve, and despite the frenetic month I had just endured, I felt relaxed. There were some last minute things I wanted to get ready for the next day, but for some reason they didn't seem pressing. So what if the presents weren't wrapped? So what if the Christmas window wasn't finished, or the house wasn't clean? So what if I hadn't finished making the few presents I had thought I could? There are other things that are so much more important this time of year...like three little girls calling out the window to Santa...
Being forced out of the house so much has made me realize how deeply I appreciate home, even though it's in my nature to crave adventure elsewhere. And having a "thrown together" Christmas had made me stop and think about what I really value during this time of year, and always. It's so much more important to me to enjoy my life than to sweat the details. And who am I kidding, really? "Thrown together" is what I do best.
After people left for home, or for bed, I managed (quite easily) to wrap all the presents and get them under the tree. As I took my Christmas Eve photo, I didn't feel such a tingly feeling of satisfaction as I had the year before, but I felt thankful for that night, and for what I have...which is a lot. A lot.