November Flew By. Literally. It whizzed in and wheezed out. A hop and a skip and Zana was four. Here were the four highlights.
1. We went to a play. It had mermaids, pirates, flying fairies, Indians, and Peter Pan. My children had not one iota what the story was about. Neither did I, neither did my friend. We won't go to a play again soon. However it ignited a spurt of fairy play which I feared would cause sibling consternation. Things settled down rapidly when fairy wands were met with swords. We are, thankfully, back to cars and teddy bear tea parties.
2. We put up our Christmas decorations. With December hot on the heels of Thanksgiving. And Thanksgiving to be celebrated up North. We had to be smart and decorate ahead of time. The most exciting moment of decorating included Chad on the roof with the entire family dancing around the front yard. Chad in the eaves, Zana eating brown snow, Abe running towards the road where after school traffic was zooming by and stopping suddenly, and me running in circles laughing in delight that we were going to have a house with lights. It is a dream come true people. We might not have the beautiful icicle lights but we have a truly glorious gingerbread look! Fabulous and only three strings of lights.
3. It snowed. Lots. It was heavenly. It was perfect. It was Zana's birthday wish come true. It was November. Note my friends. I might not make it through the cold. Something in my changed the third summer in India. I learned to be hot. Never beautiful and hot but I learned to live hot. I forgot how to live cold. Yikes!
4. We traveled to Minnesota and I got to sit around the table of my past with the family members I love so much (we missed the ones we love who could not make it) and sing and eat and be. It was wonderful. It felt like coming home through the snow to warm cider, a hug, and your favorite song in the world. It was heavenly.
So November gone and December in I am going to try to do Advent through the book of Luke. Five minutes of writing a day about Luke. Cultural realities in South Asia and how they redefine our understanding of each chapter. Each day the date will match the corresponding chapter.
Hang with me.
*Leaf, I owe you a long email. Hold out for it sister.
1. We went to a play. It had mermaids, pirates, flying fairies, Indians, and Peter Pan. My children had not one iota what the story was about. Neither did I, neither did my friend. We won't go to a play again soon. However it ignited a spurt of fairy play which I feared would cause sibling consternation. Things settled down rapidly when fairy wands were met with swords. We are, thankfully, back to cars and teddy bear tea parties.
2. We put up our Christmas decorations. With December hot on the heels of Thanksgiving. And Thanksgiving to be celebrated up North. We had to be smart and decorate ahead of time. The most exciting moment of decorating included Chad on the roof with the entire family dancing around the front yard. Chad in the eaves, Zana eating brown snow, Abe running towards the road where after school traffic was zooming by and stopping suddenly, and me running in circles laughing in delight that we were going to have a house with lights. It is a dream come true people. We might not have the beautiful icicle lights but we have a truly glorious gingerbread look! Fabulous and only three strings of lights.
3. It snowed. Lots. It was heavenly. It was perfect. It was Zana's birthday wish come true. It was November. Note my friends. I might not make it through the cold. Something in my changed the third summer in India. I learned to be hot. Never beautiful and hot but I learned to live hot. I forgot how to live cold. Yikes!
4. We traveled to Minnesota and I got to sit around the table of my past with the family members I love so much (we missed the ones we love who could not make it) and sing and eat and be. It was wonderful. It felt like coming home through the snow to warm cider, a hug, and your favorite song in the world. It was heavenly.
So November gone and December in I am going to try to do Advent through the book of Luke. Five minutes of writing a day about Luke. Cultural realities in South Asia and how they redefine our understanding of each chapter. Each day the date will match the corresponding chapter.
Hang with me.
*Leaf, I owe you a long email. Hold out for it sister.
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