Slowin' Down

Week 11

In Slowin' Down

By Georgette Evans
Dec. 1, 2017 at 11:39 p.m.
Updated Dec. 1, 2017 at 11:39 p.m.



Thanksgiving 2017 turned out to be one of the all time best celebrations of our large family so far and we’ve had many.    If anyone follows my blog with the Victoria Advocate or checks my Facebook page, you will quickly realize I have not exaggerated the size of my family or number of children.  Imagine getting your home and main dishes ready for a delicious meal with this many family members.    I thank all the amazing women of our family for the many wonderful side dishes and desserts that were part of this great meal.   What a joyful and happy day we all shared.

After our late lunch, the children had such a good time with their many cousins.     The grown ups sat in the back yard and watched the kids play and run circles around everything and everyone.     We were tired just watching them!   It was such a beautiful day.   The children had such a great time on our spinner swing, the hammock, the swing set (for the younger children) and our large see saw.    The story of the big see-saw is wonderful and I want to share it with you.    To give you an idea of how old this see-saw is, my father welded it for me when I was five years old for my birthday.   I’m retired and have been on Medicare two years so that should give you an idea of how old it is.   It’s a big see-saw with bright red seats (which Danny replaces every few years or so) and t-bar handles to hold onto because it teeters so high.    It was a staple for my kids growing up  playing with cousins and friends and now it’s served us well with grandchildren and nieces and nephews.   We also bragged on how beautiful all the children were and how their gene pool was so good.      One thing is certain… each member of our family is tremendously blessed with healthy, strong, and very intelligent children.  Not a day goes by that I don’t pray for the health and welfare of all my children, grandchildren and entire family.      Thanksgiving 2017 was a very memorable day with family, friends and great food!    Life doesn’t get any better than this.

Once Julie, Ryan and their children headed back to Dallas Saturday, it was time for the clean-up.    Wash and change sheets on several beds, wash tablecloths, take down all the inside and outside fall decorations, garlands, and pumpkins and everything else, and put them back in the attic.   Danny told me I’m done on Fall decor…..we have enough and need no more.   He’s right, but Fall is my favorite season and Thanksgiving is my time to celebrate all I have to be thankful for.    I’m blessed more than I deserve I believe sometimes.   

My love for children comes from Mother and Thanksgiving is the only time the majority of my family gets together with the children and grandchildren.   We have quite a large group.    It’s our chance to re-connect with the nieces, nephews, brothers and sisters.      Everyone talks over each other and we catch up with each of our busy lives.     I love watching the children play and have such a fun day.      On that note, when you’re with family or friends and have a group of children playing, watch them.   It doesn’t take fancy playthings for them to have a great time, be happy and laugh.    I don’t have anything amazing for them to enjoy in my back yard.    Yet, they seem to love playing with everyone at Thanksgiving each year.    I have a big yard with plenty of room to run, play, swing and see saw.   They love seeing how high they can push the hammock with someone in it, hoping they swing it high enough for someone to fall out.

I have a swing set, hammock, spinner swing and see-saw.   That’s it and yet the children have such a fun day.  It’s too bad many adults need more to consider themselves “happy”.    I’ve been included in this mindset at times and that’s when I try to remind myself to act like a kid and just have some fun.  That could be why my grandkids think I’m a silly “Tyta”.

One of Danny’s favorite cousins passed away this week from cancer and we had a day to pack, kennel our dog, make hotel reservations and head for Irving.    Ted was Danny’s role model for running.   Ted ran the Boston Marathon for many years and countless other marathons.   He even told Danny what brand his favorite running shoes were and from then on, that’s the only brand Danny bought to run in.  We both thought the world of Ted and his wife, Pat, and were so saddened by his passing.   He was a wonderful man who had tremendous faith, volunteered his time for Meals on Wheels four days a week and helped many seniors living in nursing homes.    He was a kind, gentle soul deeply loved by his family and friends.      Danny and I talk about how we hope to do something that will help others with volunteer work once he’s retired.   

Ted’s passing made me reflect on how lost I would be without Danny.    Like Ted’s wife, Pat, Danny is my soulmate, as Ted was hers.    I know this…I couldn’t stay in this big house because almost every wonderful memory I have of Danny is of us enjoying a cold beer while sitting outside or by the pool or under our arbor.     This house would hold me hostage with my memories and I know it would be impossible (in my mind) to overcome my grief.      I know I would eventually, but it would be hard.      

Ted’s passing reminded me how fragile life is and how we should always cherish every single hour and minute.    I’ve tried to do that every day since I’ve retired.   I wake up every day looking forward to whatever the day brings my way.    It’s like a surprise sack of goodies that I don’t know what they are until I open the bag.

It’s now time to focus on Christmas so I’ll get Danny back up in the attic to get the Christmas decor down so this week-end so I can get the House decorated for Christmas.    Hopefully, then I have some time to get a few gifts wrapped.

Todd and his family will travel to Israel for Christmas .   We will celebrate early with both Todd and Julie and their family in order to share Christmas together.  That means it will be just Danny and I celebrating Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.       We’ll go to church and probably come home and Danny will drink eggnog.   Not me, though, never cared for the stuff at all.     He asks me to try it every Christmas (like he tries to get me into the “yogurt” thing for breakfast) and I decline every time.     

So….. my friends and followers,  Santa’s on his way and I ask you to remember what Christmas really means and it’s not about the gifts.   

Take a moment of “slowin down’ to reflect on all the amazing and wonderful things you have in your life and the love you share with your family and friends.

 

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