Amazon deliveries became a daily occurrence at Doright Manor last week. As boxes were placed on our front porch I’d place them on the floor in Studly Doright’s home office, a.k.a., “The Place Where Paperwork Goes to Languish.”
Today I decided to wade through the small mountain of boxes, open, and divide them according to their intended recipient, and then wrap them for placement beneath our little tree. As I type this I’m taking a well deserved break while sipping on my decaf coffee and surveying the stacks of unwrapped gifts grouped by person.
Some gifts were sent directly to family members from Amazon because we won’t get to see them this year. That’s kind of breaking my heart, but I’m trying to let it go. Some times I even succeed. Other times I just cry. It changes from moment to moment. So, I’m going to wrap the gifts I can and hope that helps.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Hugs.
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Thank you!
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Hugs from me too. For the second year in a row I will not see my youngest daughter and her husband for Christmas, so sad. Breaks my heart and perhaps it is something I will never get used to
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I know how you feel! Every other Christmas we’ve had both kids and their kids with us for Christmas. We’ve met in a location roughly equal distances for each of us. This was to be our year, but my son and his wife made other plans. 😢 The oldest grandkids are 16, and I know soon they’ll be going off and it’ll be nearly impossible to have them all together at Christmas. I’m so bummed out. We are going to our daughter’s home in Illinois so I have that to look forward to, but I really had my heart set on a whole family Christmas. I’ll live, but I am sad.
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it’s just not the same…but I guess we have had out time, it is now Their time
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I keep telling myself that.
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yep, but it still sux!!!
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Agreed!
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