2009 ended with love.

I was awakened by the sound of persistent knocking on Braden’s bedroom door, the tapping of Brooke and Emma’s little fists pounding for attention. “Grandmama, are you awake?” When they heard my voice, the sweet little blondies came into the room and jumped on top of me. Emma carefully scrutinized my face and announced, “You eyes is hurt.” (She’s not quite 3 and doesn’t have all the grammar rules down pat yet).  When I didn’t respond right away, she repeated her observation with forceful insistence. And you know what? She was right because I realized that indeed my eyes were burning like crazy. “Are they red?” I asked. She simply looked at me and said again, “You eyes is hurt.” 

Braden then awoke, and for several minutes, the three of us had a enjoyable conversation about what exactly it meant to end a year. When I told them that the next day (today) would be 2010 and the beginning of a new year, Brooke looked confused and said that January was her birthday, not a new year.  She’ll be 5 on January 19 and is still working on the concept of time and days and months and seasons.

After a pleasant morning of eating banana crumb muffins, holding baby Colton, and playing Alligator Adventure, I hugged my sweet daughter and her children and left for home, stopping only for a visit with my sister. I love that gal! She was bustling about her kitchen, and as we chatted about this and that, I said a silent “Thank you” for the blessing of a sister who’s as funny, smart, and interesting as mine.

Home at last, my hubby and I visited his parents and then ate at a fine dining establishment, Huddle House. Seriously, we like eating there on occasion, and I personally find it to be a microcosm of society. All colors, creeds, and social classes eat there from time to time, and you just never know who’s going to be sitting in the next booth. Back to DH and his parents for a moment. It touches my heart to sense the love and concern they have for him and vice versa. I found myself thinking of the generational thing and family love.

Appetites sated, we came home and settled down to watch a Netflix movie, Australia. We liked it, especially the little boy and his grandfather, King George. Plus, we learned some historical tidbits that we found quite interesting. The movie ended at 12:02, January 1, 2010, and then I texted my three children to wish them a happy new year, one filled with 365 days of happy surprises, sunrises, and strength (don’t we all need some of that?).

Love and connections. That’s what it’s all about. Family, friends, and our fellowman. We all need to show a little more tenderness, caring, and compassion. We need to look closely enough to say with feeling, “You eyes is hurt.”

Happy New Year, Everyone! Peace and love to all!

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