Christmas Eve
This is the most different Christmas I've had in my life. My feelings of family closeness and love has never been stronger. I've never been so conscientious of celebrating for what we have in this time, the light in the darkness, the food on the table, the love between us people.
This Christmas is most definitely a learning lesson. I haven't really thought about presents, I haven't even gotten Brandon anything expect some Mighty Beans I had wrapped from last year.
This is good because I'm not surrounded by material wealth this year. In fact I can honestly say I've never been as financially poor and sometimes I really does bother me if I let it, in other words, when I lose focus of the abundant unconditional love and support surrounding me.
That's something you can't buy and something a lot of people, unfortunately, don't have.
I become upset when I read your journal entries about how much you've gotten as gifts and I think that you don't know how lucky you are. Really.
Then I think of the kids living on the Gaza strip and I look at my beautiful son and I know if he asks why Mommy didn't give him a Christmas present I'll explain the love and effort that went into the meal we will share tonight. I'll explain that I love him so much that every day I give him presents of forethought, caring and hands on cookie making.
I'll tell him that my present to him is to always be there whenever he needs me and a promise to care for him as best as I can, always.
In fact that just may be what I tell Paul too.
I am blessed.
Not by MAC gift certificates, not by new pajamas, the latest DVD's or even socks.
I am blessed by the man who shares his life, his dreams and his clothes with me.
I am blessed by the son who tells me he loves me when ever I talk to him on the phone.
I'm blessed by the mother who never gave up on me and always supported me no matter what trouble I caused.
I'm blessed by the best friend who has never once expected me to be any one else but me in all it's implications.
I'm blessed by my godmother who will be here tonight who would send me a birthday card every year no matter what country she was in at the time.
I'm blessed by the neighbour who let me invade his life when I was 14 and made me hot cereal every saturday when I showed up unannounced.
I'm blessed by a brother who teaches me tolerance and love.
Merry Christmas everyone. For whatever it means to you. From my heart to yours.
This Christmas is most definitely a learning lesson. I haven't really thought about presents, I haven't even gotten Brandon anything expect some Mighty Beans I had wrapped from last year.
This is good because I'm not surrounded by material wealth this year. In fact I can honestly say I've never been as financially poor and sometimes I really does bother me if I let it, in other words, when I lose focus of the abundant unconditional love and support surrounding me.
That's something you can't buy and something a lot of people, unfortunately, don't have.
I become upset when I read your journal entries about how much you've gotten as gifts and I think that you don't know how lucky you are. Really.
Then I think of the kids living on the Gaza strip and I look at my beautiful son and I know if he asks why Mommy didn't give him a Christmas present I'll explain the love and effort that went into the meal we will share tonight. I'll explain that I love him so much that every day I give him presents of forethought, caring and hands on cookie making.
I'll tell him that my present to him is to always be there whenever he needs me and a promise to care for him as best as I can, always.
In fact that just may be what I tell Paul too.
I am blessed.
Not by MAC gift certificates, not by new pajamas, the latest DVD's or even socks.
I am blessed by the man who shares his life, his dreams and his clothes with me.
I am blessed by the son who tells me he loves me when ever I talk to him on the phone.
I'm blessed by the mother who never gave up on me and always supported me no matter what trouble I caused.
I'm blessed by the best friend who has never once expected me to be any one else but me in all it's implications.
I'm blessed by my godmother who will be here tonight who would send me a birthday card every year no matter what country she was in at the time.
I'm blessed by the neighbour who let me invade his life when I was 14 and made me hot cereal every saturday when I showed up unannounced.
I'm blessed by a brother who teaches me tolerance and love.
Merry Christmas everyone. For whatever it means to you. From my heart to yours.