Yes, yes, the child was born, the oil did not run out, and ancestors and culture are reaffirmed, plus by the 24th of December we've put the winter solstice behind us and now are gaining more minutes of precious sunlight every day.
But no matter your religious bent or lack thereof, or your skin color, or gender, or age, this "season" is about remembering our blessings, right? Our good health, our full plates, our good neighbors, beloved friends, and of course, our families.
This year, for the very first time, my mom is staying with us for Chrsitmas. Seeing as my oldest daughter is 8, this seems long overdue. But no matter, this year is the year, and
It was decided that my mom must be met at the airport, and not at the curb after retreiving her luggage, as is often the case, but met at the gate, or at least as close as to the gate as they let you get these days.
It was also decided that there must be signs made to welcome her.
If you've met my husband, I think you'd agree that he's enthusiastic. So when I say special signs, I mean it. These signs positively lit up, and that's no metaphor. Both signs were outlined with battery-operated colored lights, drilled in, one at a time, but you guessed it, my husband. I then outlined the words, and the girls worked their magic coloring them in.
When the big day arrived, we were ready.