tis the season for... reflection.
Written November 28th @ 10PM - armed with Green Tea and a pack of Reds - 'A Mighty Heart' playing on the computer across me.
With December’s coveted and expensive [but lets not forget: religious] Christmas on the horizon, the holiday season is far from over. I cannot, however, ignore the passing of one unusually cold Halloween, and one refreshingly warm Thanksgiving. So, here is the wrap-up thus far...
Halloween. As I said, it was cold. This may have been the case, but despite the weather, which would be typical had us Virginians not become spoiled by our October of the past, spoon fed to us with room temperature... But DESPITE THE WEATHER, it was really just... grand. My boys were more into it than ever and if I truly had to describe that in one word, well, that one word would most definitely be: Grand.
Since the beginning of them, I have relived so many events through their eyes. I’m not sure if it’s my fading memory, but I feel it is something so much more than just ‘different’. No, I feel that these moments, the ones I have witnessed and experienced in my own youth, were no doubt great... but nothing in comparison to what my heart and soul acquires while being not only a mother, but a a mere spectator within in their lives. It’s true salvation, I always say. Make them smile, dry their tears, provide them happiness and alleviate fears. All of it, for I would have it no other way.
To make a long story short, the night of trick or treat saw a candy-driven-ninja-dressed pair,and along side their sugared frenzy followed a real soldier boy and his half-assed, soilder girl. J wore his uniform, and I wore a soft-cap, purchased at the PX in girly size. His was a salad bowl on my head and smelled like... the motor-pool does. It just wouldn’t do.
We returned home with two seriously passed the fuck out kids and made no hesitation to make way for our own bed. It was a grand night, for sure. Went to grandma’s house, where we raided not only her neighborhood, but the one where I spent twelve years of my childhood as well. If we’re still in Virginia come next year, we’ll make a sequel of it. I promise.
To be continued.
Virtually Yours,
Alexis
With December’s coveted and expensive [but lets not forget: religious] Christmas on the horizon, the holiday season is far from over. I cannot, however, ignore the passing of one unusually cold Halloween, and one refreshingly warm Thanksgiving. So, here is the wrap-up thus far...
Halloween. As I said, it was cold. This may have been the case, but despite the weather, which would be typical had us Virginians not become spoiled by our October of the past, spoon fed to us with room temperature... But DESPITE THE WEATHER, it was really just... grand. My boys were more into it than ever and if I truly had to describe that in one word, well, that one word would most definitely be: Grand.
Since the beginning of them, I have relived so many events through their eyes. I’m not sure if it’s my fading memory, but I feel it is something so much more than just ‘different’. No, I feel that these moments, the ones I have witnessed and experienced in my own youth, were no doubt great... but nothing in comparison to what my heart and soul acquires while being not only a mother, but a a mere spectator within in their lives. It’s true salvation, I always say. Make them smile, dry their tears, provide them happiness and alleviate fears. All of it, for I would have it no other way.
To make a long story short, the night of trick or treat saw a candy-driven-ninja-dressed pair,and along side their sugared frenzy followed a real soldier boy and his half-assed, soilder girl. J wore his uniform, and I wore a soft-cap, purchased at the PX in girly size. His was a salad bowl on my head and smelled like... the motor-pool does. It just wouldn’t do.
We returned home with two seriously passed the fuck out kids and made no hesitation to make way for our own bed. It was a grand night, for sure. Went to grandma’s house, where we raided not only her neighborhood, but the one where I spent twelve years of my childhood as well. If we’re still in Virginia come next year, we’ll make a sequel of it. I promise.
To be continued.
Virtually Yours,
Alexis