Feeling Grateful at Christmas

It’s 8:30 this morning. I’ve been up and had breakfast and a morning walk. Kate is still asleep. If she doesn’t wake up before 11:00, I will wake her. I don’t know what to expect, but I do know that we had a great Christmas Eve, the day and the evening. I am grateful.

Following the previous morning, I was relieved that she greeted me with a smile when I woke her yesterday. That set the tone for the whole day. Getting dressed and ready for lunch went smoothly. We were a little later than usual for our lunch. The restaurant was packed and noisy, but we got the last available table. The hostess had made miniature pecan pies and gave us a small bag to take home.

We were back at the house around 2:30. Kate rested while I took care of a few household chores. Then I read her a few chapters of Charlotte’s Web. This is our second time to read it, and we have only a couple of remaining chapters.

We had dinner at Bonefish Grill and were surprised when the hostess took us to a table with a Poinsettia and a present our server had brought for Kate.

From there we went to a Christmas Eve service at our church. I think it’s been about twenty years since we attended this service because we have been with our children for Christmas. It was good to see people we hadn’t seen in a while. We took a seat beside the man who served as director of music for over thirty years. I re-introduced him to Kate and seated her beside him. She couldn’t remember him. As we waited for the service to begin, she said, “I know I’m supposed to know you, but what is your name?” A few minutes later, she she said, “What’s the name of this church?” She didn’t understand his answer, and I told her. The music was beautiful, and Kate was moved by it. There was a part near the end when the congregation joined the choir in singing several carols. She sang along enthusiastically.

Once we were home, I turned on one of the many Christmas concerts that have been on televised. That turned out to be a fitting end to what was a very good day.

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