I spent today with my son. We listened to some holiday brass as we baked cookies. We watched a couple of Christmas movies. He helped with a couple of household things. I did his laundry and fed him, as moms do.
Hubs came to mind throughout the day because he would always eat the cookies warm, before we could even decorate them, washed down with a glass or two of eggnog. Then he’d sing a little song, “Christmas cookies and holiday hearts…” We agreed that we have no idea where that song came from. We’d never heard it before, which was strange because I’d never describe him as festive. In any case, we sang the line of the song in his memory with smiles and a grunt or two for him not being here. Doggone it. I don’t miss the eggnog coated glasses though. Gross.
The vibe around here is merry melancholy. Here’s my current letterboard message. It’s been a year. Have yourself a Christmas.