The thing about December is, it’s unlike any other month of the year, filled with gatherings and presents, and decoration, and magic. But it’s also like every other month of the year. It’s filled with laundry, and cooking, and bills, and traffic jams and all those other daily frustrations that feel much less than Christmasy.
It’s also filled with unexpected surprises—good and bad—like your mother calling you in tears at 6 AM because her knee is swollen and she can’t bend or put any pressure on it. We spent several hours in the emergency department today, and left with crutches, strong narcotics and no real answers. More than likely, her almost 60-year-old knees have decided they’ll no longer tolerate kick boxing, step aerobics, and daily 5-mile run.
Hopefully, today is the worst of it and the agony doesn’t linger around to coat her entire holiday. As for me, I’m grateful for Delotid, because watching her sob in pain hours was really quite awful.
Lyra opening her fourth advent gift. A pair of mittens to match the hat from Day 2.