Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Very Blessed this Christmas Eve

This is a very quiet Christmas Eve for Mark and I.
Gone are the days of shoving a chair  under the doorknob
 so that the kids can not catch us up late on Christmas eve
No more trying to figure out how to put "this thing" together
and wondering what to do with extra parts.
No more looking for a  strange red light in the sky
No,
this year, Christmas Eve is strangely quiet

We had family Christmas early this year.
Saturday, we had a wonderful day at Mom's.
Sunday, we had all of our children and grands
We love watching them enjoy each other
and we feel blessed.

Monday, I got up early, my Quiet time was almost over....
and the phone rang....
My Mom is heading to the hospital and I am scared
We quickly pack a bag and head to Tallahassee,
thinking about my wonderful Mom and praying.
We find her in the emergency room looking very vunerable.
My strong Mom who feeds the masses and takes care of every one,
can not catch her breath and her numbers look bad.

We all  rally  around the matriarch of our family.
So proud of my family as we crowd into small  rooms to
hear what the staff is telling us about our precious Mom.
The cell phones are working overtime
as we keep every one informed.

She is a remarkable woman.

Even surprising the staff with her
rapid improvement.  They were able to get
most of the fluid off her lungs. After many test,
she was able to go  home with the promise that she
 will follow-up with her doctors.

She is one tough, determined lady

Tonight, we are back home with the Red Cross ERV
in our drive way.  There has  already been a fire in this county
today  with no  injuries and a call about a lost child,
where the child was found safe and sound.
Too many blessings to count.

So, even though this Christmas Eve is different
and so much quieter than usual, I realize that
We are truly blessed.

Merry Christmas to all
and to  you young parents
have fun
 this time goes by very fast,
and hide the extra parts,
 in case you need them later...






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