Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery.
Every Day is a gift, that’s why they call it the Present.
I don’t know who wrote that, but it’s always stayed with me.
I hadn’t heard from the South beforehand, so I called the day before Christmas Eve to make sure everyone was OK. I had hoped that perhaps someone would think to call us on Christmas Day, but it didn’t happen. To be honest, phone calls from that direction are as rare as hens teeth, so I can’t say I was really surprised.
We had a lovely Christmas in our house anyway. Just the two and a half of us, and here we are 2 days after the Big Day and still have a few little parcels to open.
We ate exceptionally well (as always Christmas Dinner lasts us all day), got through the forbidden chocolate brazils (the turkish delight is still unopened), crisps, and biscuits, and have checked the date on the Christmas Pud which we’ll now have either at Easter or next December (I like to plan ahead) .
The scales have been kind. I moved them around the bathroom floor just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, but I am pleased to say I have only added a single pound over the festivities.
I received an email from my sister this morning dated yesterday. There is a new generation in the family, making a total of 5.
A Christmas baby, 9lbs 3 oz, so a BIG Christmas baby.
Great Great Grandma 92
Great grandma 62
Baby dob 25.12.2013
So for all babies born at this time of year, be it on Christmas Day or not, these are my three wishes for you:
May you always know a mother’s love.
May you never feel alone.
No matter how screwed up things may appear, may you always have someone beside you.