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Christmas came and went. Somehow I hurt myself pretty bad and was annoyingly laid up for 2 weeks. After a week and a half of horrible pains in my neck and nasty migraines, Manly dragged me into the chiropractor to figure out what was wrong. I don’t know why I don’t like the chiropractor. I think maybe it’s a control thing. To think I lay my neck in some dude’s hands who can totally cripple me takes me to a very bad place. But, it feels so crazy good when you are done! Come to find out, my vertebrae was turned completely sideways on it’s axis. I wish I had some killer story for how I did it, like I was jumping Skyline Drive on a snowmobile again, or crashed learning how to ski Yes, I have lived in Utah almost all my life and I have never been skiing. Don’t judge. But, I have jumped a mountain highway with a snowmobile, so that totally counts for coolness, right? I digress… but sadly, no such awesome tales. I just woke up one day and couldn’t move. Laying down and doing nothing sounds totally fantastic except this was the two weeks before Christmas and I’m a procrastinator. Yeah, sheer awesomeness.
I guess one good thing came out of it all. I had to let the little stuff go. There are still family and friends who didn’t get a Christmas card. I have 3 gifts sitting 3/4 of the way done on my desk. I didn’t pass out lots of rad neighbor gifts. I didn’t even get the Christmas Eve jammies for the kids.
I had to let go.
And, you know what? It was a wonderful Christmas anyway.
I think sometimes we focus too much on the fluff. The little ticky-tacky stuff that doesn’t really matter. I’m not going to lie, there are times that I big red puffy heart the details. It’s fun! But, I learned this Christmas that life goes on without those little details, and can be just as beautiful in spite of it all.
It’s the big stuff that brings the joy.
Two nights after Christmas and all I want to do is take a long winter’s nap. I’m still not feeling too stellar yet. I’m up and moving, but not moving very fast. So, I think we better get away for some much needed R&R. The kids are going to play in the snow and torment their uncles and aunts to their little heart’s content. Manly and my brothers will probably eat and watch more sports than should legally be allowed. My mama will wear crazy amounts of fleece. My grams will sit up nights worrying that we killed ourselves jumping said highway. My sisters will chat. My dad will fall asleep every time he sits down. Me, I think I’ll attempt reading a book…and beg my husband for a neck massage between Sports Center and the next ball game.
You know, no details.
Just the good stuff.
Hope y’all had a very merry Christmas.
See you in 2013!
We felt that same way. As soon as Abbo got out of the hospital, we were just content to be home as a family. Nothing else really seemed to matter.
Lexi, I’m so glad that she is doing better. We’ve been thinking about Abby and praying for all of you. You and your family are loved so much more than you’ll ever know. Thanks for sharing. Nothing else really does matter.
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