I wrote Santa a letter and only asked for one thing - to survive final exams. He delivered early. I finished up the semester last week and only have one more semester until graduation. The countdown is on.
With the semester over, it was time to put on my Santa hat and conjure up the "perfect" Christmas at lightning speed. In exactly 7 days, that is what I have done. I have shopped, assembled, wrapped, and baked my way through my To-Do List to create the "perfect" Christmas. Though in my world, "perfect" now means good enough. As in, stick on bows are good enough, burnt cookies won't kill anyone, party packs from Sam's count as homemade, and a torn Scrabble box is fine because it was the last one at the store.
That is probably the best part about being in school, I don't have any time to actually make things perfect, instead I get things good enough. And, I am finding good enough is just as good as perfect, but it is much less stressful.
I hope that you have a "perfect" holiday, too. Merry Christmas.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
To all of you that thought it had to be cold to snow - come on down to Cary. Once a year they bring in snow to a local park (with great hills) for an afternoon of sledding. Last year, I took the girls and it was actually (and ironically) snowing. This year, it was sixty and sunny. I must say I like traditional sledding, but this warm weather variety is divine.
As expected, the kids had a blast. Mick was leading the charge, with no fear or trepidation. He must have been the youngest kid on the slope. Jaley and Sarah were fulfilling X-games dreams, catching air on the bigger hill. Scott and I exhausted ourselves running point, trying to ensure everyone made a safe landing at the bottom of the hill.
It was a taste of fun in the middle of a very busy time. I am t-minus 8 days until the end of the semester. There is a mountain of final exams, simulations, and final clinical assignments, BUT at the end is a well-deserved four-week break.
That is life in the stroller lane.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Family is our support system. They are there for the celebrations, for the sad times, and everything in between. This week was a lot of both.
For Thanksgiving, Scott, I and the kids headed to Richmond to hangout with the Beeman side of the family. You have to know that the Beeman's know how to do Thanksgiving. It was Aunt Pat's specialty and the skill was passed on to Tom (and Darlene) and Robin (and Ted) . What a great day. We ate, drank, and were very merry. It was a great Thanksgiving holiday and very much the break that Scott and I needed.
As the Thanksgiving weekend came to a close, we were saddened to hear that Grandpa Harrell had passed away. He was 92 years old and a fighter until the end. One of the last time's Scott talked to Grandpa, he was still making jokes, he never lost his spirit.
So this week of hellos and good-byes and a reminder of the importance of family. We loved seeing all the cousins in Virginia. We were so sad to say to good-bye to Granddaddy. He will always be missed.