A Christmas Reflection
I just finished cooking the homemade noodles that my three teenagers worked together to make. It's a family tradition that my mom started when I was little. Christmas Eve dinner has always been homemade noodles, meat sauce, salad with Italian dressing, and French bread. I have a cold this year, so that kids tackled the noodles on their own with just a little instruction from me. For the past few days, my husband has given me many hugs. I think this time of year is making him especially aware that I might not have been here. I joked at dinner the other night with my kids that I'm thankful not to be a vegetable. To me, it's meant to be a funny, yet serious joke. But, I can see in my kids' eyes that it causes more pain than laughter in their hearts. Life can change in the blink of an eye. I started May 26th like a normal day tackling my household chores before heading off to a Memorial Day ceremony. My husband was in...