How doody, December 1st!
I'd like to say you sneaked up on me like usual but I've actually been waiting for you for some time now. My tree is up, my halls are decked and I'm soaking up every ounce of Christmas cheer I can muster. Sure, the Mister of the house is already tired of the Christmas music that's been playing on continuous loop for a week now, but I am loving this time of year, the magic in the air and the anticipation that fuels each and every one of us in this house of ours.
And I was going to write today about Hannah's baptism over the weekend, which was beautiful and will be reported on in full tomorrow, but something lovely happened at Costco today. And it's kicked off my December in just the right way.
After gathering all of my goodies and with my Austin and Sienna in tow, I made my way to the loooooooooooog food line for a piece of cheese pizza for the kids and a diet Pepsi for me. Both kids were being remarkably well behaved which is a bit of a feat for Austin these last few months and when we finally made our way up to order, the smiley cashier told me to put my money away because the person ahead of me had paid for our meal.
I know, right?
I'm a little bit embarrassed to say but not really that tears sprung to my eyes at this wonderfully sweet gesture. I gathered our food, made our way to a table and sought out this kind and unassuming woman. She was sitting at a table with her husband and grown sons and I thanked her for her kind deed. She responded with a heartfelt "you're welcome," touching my hand as I placed it on her shoulder. She wished me a happy holiday and returned to her meal.
I returned to our table with the warmest feeling of good will towards men and found myself thinking of things I could do that would brighten someone else's day like she had brightened mine. And isn't that what the holidays, what the beautiful and magical and spiritual month of December is all about?
I'm on a mission now, a mission brought about by a sweet mother in Costco in a beautiful purple shirt who reminded me of what matters this holiday season. To serve others. To look for ways to bring cheer to someone else. To take hold of the magic of the season and share all that I've been blessed with. To teach my children that little things, when done with love and happiness, can make the biggest difference.
A chocolate-faced Austin and me
Welcome December. I'm so glad you're here.