I admit it, I am a sucker for Christmas. Every year I hear The Christmas Shoe I find myself crying alone in my car in the parking lot at my office. Television commercials are enough to drive me over the edge. I find myself chopping onions to excuse the tears brought on by Folder's Commercials. I am not safe from from my own Christmas induced emotional idiocy anywhere.
I have, on numerous occasions, tried to explain "happy tears" to E. She has, on numerous occasions, advised me that a) I am confused and b) i should try laughing. Good advice little grasshopper, good advice.
As usual, my little one is wise beyond her years. This Christmas I didn't look for joy until our family was back together again. I found it, right there in Santa's workshop and in the wonder I saw in my little girls eyes and the hope I saw in by husband's smile. You see, this Christmas is bitter sweet. It marks the first time we have been together as a family for a long long time. However, I am reminded that next Christmas, we will be thousands of miles apart, wishing on the same christmas star. Again, my little grasshopper reminds me of the things that I already know to be true. "No matter when Daddy is, he is always in our heart and we are always in his." Our house will always be full of love and joy because of the voices inside it and the constant presence in our heart of the voices that desperately want to be there." No one is ever truly gone from as long as we love them and keep them there in our minds and in our hearts.
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