Christmas is going to be very different this year. I have admittedly been very nostalgic. I'm sure there are many more photos packed away in shoe boxes that I just haven't gone through yet, but here are some Christmas photos we scanned in before Jonathan's Memorial. The first three are so precious to me because I was a single mom back then and many of the toys and clothes under the tree were actually hand-me-downs donated from families. But look how happy Jennifer and Jonathan were. I'm almost sure this was the Christmas that someone brought a used doll for Jennifer that pooped it's diaper when youfed it food. It didn't take me long to figure out why they were so eager to pass it down to us. The doll ate real baby food that turned rancid inside the doll. Ah yes, wonderful memories.
This next photo was taken on Christmas eve while visiting our friends in Pittsburgh. The kids were so excited and didn't want to miss a thing, esp Santa. Isn't this so precious? Jennifer still gets that glazed look just before bedtime.
And I'm particularly fond of this beauty.... me decorating Jonathan. Yes, we were an odd family.
Here we are dressed in our holiday garb and me practicing a kinder and gentler choke hold, which came in mighty handy during those teenage years.
Not the best picture, but one of the last Christmases with Jonathan.
My heart aches, but I have so much to be thankful for. We had some great times of love and laughter and fond memories. I've been remembering the time we heard a big crash and raced in to find the Christmas tree over on it's side and Jonathan as white as a sheet on all fours behind where the Christmas tree had been standing. He knocked it over while sneaking to see if the gifts tucked behind the tree were for him. And another time he unwrapped his presents to see what he was getting and not so carefully re-wrapped them. If that wasn't bad enough he then commented on the gloves Jennifer got him before he opened her gift. And how about the time he "accidentally" sucked all the water out of the tree base with the vacuum hose?
Once the Pee Wee Herman Show told the kids to get some pots and pans and go wake up your parents on Saturday morning, but we were already awake so Jon decided to wake Jennifer instead. We had to peel her from the ceiling.
I had my fair share of mischievous behaviour. When Jon was a teenager I had a friend spending Saturday night and we had to sit on the floor because Jon fell asleep across the sofa and refused to go up to bed. So I painted his nails red. Next morning he hopped in the shower at the last minute before church and we all heard a scream. Running late he had to keep his hands in his pockets all through church.
We need those playful, fun memories. Otherwise the difficult times would be too unbearable. So this Christmas I'll be making some new memories with our grandchildren. Maybe I'll go buy me some bright red nail polish.
Have a wonderful holiday filled with all that matters most...each other!