(She's wearing her big brother's first Christmas pj's)
|Luke Skywalker from Star Wars, better known as Ian, unwraps his last treasure.|
Christmas, unwrapping gifts, the baby full of cuteness, serene in spite of her brother's uncontrollable joyous screams when he discovers his big wheel hidden behind the tree, the adults exchange gifts sometimes faking joy at the choices loved ones made, like an eggnog flavored wine, or gizmo as seen on TV that doesn't do half of what it claimed, a mess of ribbon and paper, hugs, huge breakfast, fun.
Next few days a whirl, phone calls to relatives far away, more cooking, eating, hurray the baby slept through the night, daughter and husband ecstatic, a stop at Starbucks, a call, the vet informs Daisy's surgery confirms she has cancer, tears, we go to movies, watch "Frozen".
Return home to New Mexico, see mother-in-law at the nursing home, recovering well from last fall, still packing her stuff nightly to go 'home', someone gave her a sweat shirt and pants - funny, resume routines, enjoy the quiet, daughter calls - a woman she knows killed her own child, shock, grief, I walk Leroy, talk to people at the dog park, hubby bakes bread and pies.
|Leroy and Daisy|
The dogs sleep, oblivious, I sit, finally try to write, my husband the clown flows before me dancing, making his eyebrows rapidly rise and fall (like life), he wears a mischievous smile,
Happy New Year Everybody!!!