There’s nothing quite as enjoyable as spending Christmas at my mother-in-law’s cabin in the mountains each year. This past Christmastime was especially relaxing since I had taken time off work to enjoy the whole week unplugged and off-grid. Perfect for recharging my internal batteries and getting away from it all.
I wish for snow every year for Christmas. I was a bit concerned last year when the forecast didn’t predict any measurable snow for quite some time. It didn’t look good for a “white Christmas” in 2018. That all changed, though, when we arrived at the cabin for our week-long stay. Not 20 minutes after we arrived, the snow started to gently fall. It was so serene and beautiful.
We received a couple more gentle snowfalls while we were at the cabin. It was so beautiful to see the landscape transformed into a winter wonderland for Christmas. It made our stay absolutely perfect.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and are enjoying a Happy New Year. Here’s hoping 2019 is full of great adventures and prosperity.
This is one of the most difficult blog posts for me to make at this moment…
Our dear, sweet Little Miss Freddie crossed the Rainbow Bridge far too soon this past Thursday. My husband and I are heartbroken.
Freddie came into our lives just one year, two months, and one day before her short life was tragically ended by an accident.
My heart just aches knowing how her life ended. But, remembering all the joy and fun she brought to our lives over the past year, gives me some peace.
She is…and always will be…deeply missed.
It’s here…the month I’ve dreaded every year, for several years now. As hard as I try to put on a happy face and remember the good times…as everyone instructs me to do…it’s not easy.
I lost my Granny on May 22nd of 1999…the Friday going into Memorial Day weekend. She was 88 years old, and had been a big part of my life. She continued to live in Illinois after my Granddad passed when I was very young. But, every summer she’d travel to spend the summers with us. She, my mom, and I did everything together in the summers. We were like the Three Musketeers. My dad worked out of town during the week doing road construction, and my older brother was in the local Drum Corps. traveling and competing in the summertime. So it was just mom, Granny, and me. So much fun was had!
I lost my amazing mom 11 years…almost to the day…after my dear Granny. May 28th of 2010…also the Friday going into Memorial Day weekend that year. She was only 68 and had fought a difficult battle toward the end with her heart. One of the most giving hearts in the world, and it just couldn’t give any more.
I lost my best K9 buddy, Nugget, to leukemia on May 2nd of 2012. Just two years after losing my mom. It was almost more than I could take. Nugget and I had a special bond that I had never experienced with any dog before. Even a stronger bond than I had with his brother, Comanche. It was like we were one soul. He understood me better than anyone or any pet ever had.
So May is here…I will get through it again, just like in the years past…but I know it won’t be easy. I’m just going to try my best to remember the love, laughter, and happy memories…there are an abundance of those.