Psychic?

I was in the van with the kids on Monday and I asked them what they would want for Christmas if they could only have ONE thing. Little Boy said he wanted Kamakura, specifically a Sigma Six Kamakura. And Little Girl wanted another My Little Pony, a pink one. Later that night I talked to Daddyman, we usually talk after the kids go to bed. He told me that he bought some presents for the kids online today and was having them sent to the house. Well, I can't stand a surprise so, of course, I wanted to know what they were. When he told me he got them a Sigma Six Kamakura and a MLP I asked what color the pony was, it was pink. I said, "It's like you were with us today," and told him what happened earlier. I love moments like those. We really needed that.

Tuesday, I was shopping around for some party supplies for my Aunt's Christmas party and I ran across a flower shop that had a dozen roses on sale for $10. I really wanted some flowers and I almost went it to buy them but I didn't have time or anywhere to put them while I finished shopping. When I got home there was a box on my porch that said, "Open immediately, fresh flowers inside." I just can't believe that God is not involved in our everyday lives. I know He knows exactly what we need and how to build us up. After a sad weekend of preparing for Christmas without Daddyman, we needed an extra sense of connection, and that's exactly what we got.

Stupid Christmas Tree

We usually get a 7 ft. tall tree. Big and fluffy, taking up the whole 6 ft. window in our living room. I have to keep the rocking chair in our bedroom through Christmas. This year I decided that I didn't want to deal with a giant tree on my own. The weather couldn't have been better for the shopping experience, but it was miserable. I was just missing Daddyman, a lot. It just didn't seem right to pick out the tree without him. I almost burst into tears a couple of times. So we bought this little 4 1/2 footer. The kids picked it out and I approved it. We got it home and Dad and brother-in-law set it up in the stand. It was crooked...VERY crooked. I don't like crooked things. I don't like slightly off-center things. This really bothered me but I didn't feel like I could nag them about it because they were doing me a favor. So I went outside to "call my mom" and finally did burst into tears. It wasn't really about the tree. It's just that he should've been there. I would've been able to tell him that the tree wasn't straight...until it got fixed. Really, I wouldn't have had to tell him. He would have known that I couldn't live with a crooked tree. Anyway, I miss Daddyman. We didn't end up putting the lights up or anything that night. The next morning, when we woke up to get ready for school, I walked into the living room and saw that stupid Christmas tree. It just made me so sad. I didn't even want to look at it. I just wanted to throw it off a tall building. Later in the day I asked the kids what they thought of taking the tree to a family that couldn't afford one, then we could buy a big fluffy one. They protested loudly saying, "He's our pet tree, we can't get rid of him!" What?!?! They had named the tree Lightning OurLastName and were determined to keep it. So Monday, after lunch, I skipped pilates and put lights on that stupid tree so it would be ready to decorate when they got home from school. They made me like the stupid tree.

Today, at Woodward Park, I enjoyed the sunlight!