Thinking of you...

Can you believe that there are only 22 days left until Christmas? I can't. I wish there was more time. I have all of my Christmas shopping finished, that's not the problem. Nor is wrapping. Although it is not finished. The problem is that there are so many people to see and visit with.

I know how it is when you have too many places to go--that is the product of divorce. Double eveything, well, almost everything. I bet it is even harder when you "go back home" for the holidays. EVERYBODY wants to see you. Time is a problem. I get it. No worries.

I am thinking of a lot of people right now. Some I won't get to see because they live out of town. Some I won't get to see, because everyone is just that busy. Some....I hope that everyone is doing well.

I think of Kevin, and THANK THE LORD HE IS SOBER. I think of the kids, and know that I am blessed.

I think of the Nice's in Texas. I know they were in town recently. OH how I wish we could have gotten together.

I think of the Wipke's in California. With children so young, how fun it would be to have you here.

I think of the Redd's. I know that I will see you, but I am still praying that everyone is doing well.

I think of the in-town Nice family and wonder why we aren't as close as we once were, and hope that all is well.

I think of some of my Weindel cousins whom I have not seen a long time and hope that everything is good....it make me remember the time I lived with the Boyd's. Those times were fun....having teenagers in the house....'course it will be a different story when those teenagers are mine to content with.

I think of Joe and wonder lots of stuff.

I think of Dad. And wish we were all together this Christmas.

I think of Mom/Glen, and look forward to my own retirment. Or at least a time when the kids are out of the house. Ok, not really, just so that they are more independant....or just sleep longer on the weekends.

And I think of you. My friend. Always there. Never waivering. And I know that I am blessed.
I love you.