I know this blog has been 'Blogger Lite' for the past couple of months, but I feel like I can't say what I want to say, and what I do want to say is depressing and negative anyway, and who really wants to read that.
Instead, I will tell you a little bit more about our trip. We (or I guess I should say I) decided that we couldn't deal with Christmas at home. We have always gotten a big tree, decorated, shopped, baked etc. I couldn't see that happening. Steven has been very sad about his mom. Seeing him like this makes me feel awful. We left all the ornaments we have collected over the years in their storage boxes, and made plans to descend on our best friends.
It was a good idea.
My parents were going to be in Santa Fe too. They are building a house there. Marc designed it.
This is the road to the house...
This is what happens when you try to drive down said road...
I threw a party for Steven's Birthday on Saturday...
We managed to get out for a drive one day. We ended up here...
Here is why you want to avoid the wild dogs of Northern New Mexico...
Speaking of wild dogs...
Our goddaughter loves Ted. She hugs and kisses him constantly and calls him 'Teddy Bear.' Unfortunately the Ted outstayed his welcome when he lifted his leg, and let out a full stream of piss directly into one of her play tea cups. It was as if the Vet had asked him for a specimen. Lovely.
It was good to get away. I thought about our adoption a lot, but really only in regards to how much our friends' lives have moved forward. Their children are growing up quickly. They will be talking about colleges while we will be dealing with things they learned years ago. The 'arc of life' as Steven calls it. Ours seems out of whack. Your parents are supposed to know and enjoy their grandchildren, not be dead and gone before they get here. Ms. morose!
Don't think for one minute that I took for granted how lucky I am to have my parents alive, healthy, and with me. I didn't.
Today is Steven's actual birthday. This morning he woke up at 4:30 am. He had a nightmare so horrific that it woke him up. I am hopeful that it was just because we watched 'Solent Green' last night.
My sweet husband. My wish for the new year is that his grief is lifted, and that he remembers all the wonderful times he had with his mom.
Oh yeah, and that proposal thing wouldn't hurt either.
Happy New Year.