hi.

Hi.

Remember me?

This is the season where I’m up late and I’m up early.

Where my body will likely pay the price for my actions and my lack of sleep.

Where the kids and I are hustling and bustling between This and That and The Other.

Where I think about my mom and this little black notebook that she carried in her purse to record what gifts she bought for which kid and it seemed sort of silly to me back then but now I know why she needed a book.

Because it’s Too Much Information.

Overload.

Do I have the items to stuff each stocking equally?

Have I honored all the traditions?

Sure, it’s pressure I put on me, but it’s also the keeping of the memories and the celebrations – the ones we talk about year after year. It matters to me. This role of Memory Maker and Memory Creator.

I care about it all.

So I’m just over here wrapping a few presents and driving kids to parties and shopping online and eating needle tip cookies for breakfast.

If we happen to pass one another to and fro – high five and Merry Christmas to you too!

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