Perfectly Imperfect

I didn't get everything done for Christmas that I had hoped to achieve. The Florentine Lace Cookies didn't get made. Neither did the two loaves of Sourdough. But our Standing Rib Roast, I cooked perfectly. And my family thoroughly enjoyed my Beef Ribs on Christmas. Our son didn't go to brunch and the White Elephant gift exchange at my family's house, but he came downstairs to eat and visit with Andy's mother. It seems there was a Star Trek marathon on TV. Our other son made it home safely to Rock Hill Christmas night. He had driven up that morning. He missed brunch, but made it just in time for the gift exchange.

But I got to hold my first grandchild for the entire gift exchange. I got to see my mother and sister fighting over a cast iron candle holder with dragonflies that I had found at a thrift store for $5. I got to see my brother-in-law for the first time in many years. And it snowed! I stepped outside and measure it from the hood of my car- 6 inches in Apex. I later stepped out back with Andrew and Carey and Trixie for just a few minutes. I took a couple pictures, then went back inside. My bones just can't handle cold weather, I don't have boots, and I really don't trust myself walking on snow and ice. Besides, it will get my house shoes wet.

We have somewhat created a monster in our daughter. She is a wonderful young lady with many talents and good characteristics. But she is also like most teenagers these days when it comes to instant gratification. She wanted a netbook for Christmas. She got $100 from us. Since Saturday, she has managed to convince my husband to match her money (that she got for Christmas) so she can buy the netbook. She will have to wait until this weekend, after she gets back from her trip to Clover. She is cooking dinner for me tonight. That is actually something she is supposed to do once weekly as part of her chores, in order to get her allowance. It doesn't happen very often, but she is a good cooking student. She cut an onion tonight (TEARS).

I think we had a perfectly imperfect Christmas. Nobody had a fist-fight. No one got terribly drunk (tipsy, yes). Everyone made it home safely to sleep in their own bed. And I have a professional massage in my own home to look forward to this coming weekend. I am content.