As a kid I liked to stare at the lights on our Christmas tree . . .
and then squint.
Note: This is not a shower curtain. It’s tree lights (and I need photography lessons).
I loved to see the lights go all stretchy and swirly.
Sometimes happy is like that. You get so excited you almost hold your breath and then just stay there in that blurry, sparkly moment. You want it to last.
I was thinking about this last week while driving in the car. As I passed houses decorated and lit up, I thought about recent happy things–my son singing a solo at his winter chorus concert, my daughter taking the time to paint my nails a festive blue, and making the holiday scavenger hunt for my kids like I’ve done for years.
I got happier thinking about how even though my kids are super cool teenagers they still ran around the house searching for another crazy, rhyming clue written by their mother. Happy to know that they know there’s no better gift for me than that moment.
But then I had to go and think that next year our daughter will graduate from high school and how this holiday feels different because of that . . .
I got all teary . . .
and almost had to pull over on the side of the road.
Not because I was overcome with emotion. No, MY EYES WERE BURNING.
It was either lotion or makeup, but some chemical mixed with my tears and dripped into my eyes, blurring my vision.
I swiped and wiped at my stinging eyes until I could see again.
Nothing like a little fire on the cornea to remind me to stay in the present and enjoy the pretty lights.
(Oh and I can’t help but echo Coach Taylor from Friday Night Lights: “Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.”)
I leave you with a little White Christmas from my son and his chorus class.
What happy, swirly things are you looking at this holiday season?
MERRY CHRISTMAS! Wishing you a sparkly, HAPPY holiday.
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