One minute I'm up. Next minute I'm not.
I know this mostly has to do with the disappearing sunlight, but then throw all the holiday guilt/pressure into it, and I'm a mess.
I was decorating our tree yesterday and pulled out an ornament that my DD made in 10 years ago in second grade. As I was admiring it, I started thinking about friends who lost their younger son last year when he was only nineteen. This will their families second holiday season without him. Then I started thinking about all those families who have lost a son or daughter in Iraq and Afghanistan. The thought of all those mothers unpacking old Christmas ornaments made by children long ago made me sit and cry for an hour.
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