Apologies for not keeping up during the past few days. But I have hit the ground running since returning from Colorado on the 22nd. We were supposed to come in on Dec. 21. But the kids and I raised our hands for the $500 travel vouchers to hop off the plane and stay over for a flight the next morning. Let's just say Christmas preparation took over at that point.
I've been keeping up with the one deed a day through the kids' "Blessings Bowl," which has been a huge help, but I've been keeping my eyes out for other opportunities. Extra tips, the Salvation Army tin, volunteering my children to be Mary & Joseph in the church Christmas pageant — praying for strangers.
While we were in the Dallas airport, a big "urge" hit me. I have to share. Not sure about anyone else, but I've strangely never felt very comfortable about thanking a military person for their service. It feels weird. And what are they supposed to say to that? As always, I think myself out of it. But on Thursday, I got an urge to say something to the soldier re-tying his boots after going through security. "Thank you for your service," I said, about to DIE of embarrassment. He said, "no problem!" I was dying again — what an uncomfortable answer! Geez, what a dumb idea to say something. To ease the weirdness, I asked him where home was for him. "New York," he said. "I can't wait to go home. I haven't seen my wife in 2 years."
2. Years.
I had a lump in my throat, and my voice cracked — enough for the kids to look at me funny. "Well, enjoy — Merry Christmas to you."
2. Years.
It sure put Christmas in perspective.
Tonight is Christmas Eve.
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