Tuesday, December 6, 2011


Prayed, many times.

-Ever notice that when you MEAN to pray, there's a constant running prayer in your heart, but sometimes it's just hard to find the time to hit your knees and do the work? Man, maybe that's just me. YIKES. Got Mia's eyes checked today -she's good to go. *Thank you, Lord. Fought more tooth pain and headache to boot, but survived. *Thank you, Lord. After cleaning up gobs of puke last night from Ella being sick, I had her home all day to whine and fight with Mia. We all took a trip to Sam's Club this afternoon (she felt better by 9 AM) after trying to stop by Ella's classroom to pick up missed work (yeah, the only teacher not in). So, I had a nervous twitch with tooth pain and feeling sickish -which randomly is including losing my voice (wth?)- I quickly realized that I was losing my Christmas spirit: a term coined by Nolans long ago.

Note: this term is applicable for incidents during the month of December and non-December alike... IE say Mary was caught cheating at Mormon Bridge, Becca might be "losing her Christmas spirit" because she didn't think to do that first...

So while doing dishes, I listened to the Mo' Tabs sing "The First Noel" and I cried. I gathered the girls at bedtime and dusted off an old book that I never finished putting together which had different scripture verses and a thought/ song for every day in December leading up to Christmas. We did December 1-4. The girls bounced around and only Ella could give me any real indicator that it meant something, but it did. ...Mean something.

I said a family prayer with my little girls and specifically thanked our Heavenly Father for the beauty of this season. Tonight it became a little more so.