January 23, 2012

And the last days of Christmas!

On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

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Oh no! Another package with no clue on the outside! What to do? What to do?!!

Why, open it of course!

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Oh yeah baby! How did they know we LOVE us some iTunes?? How awesome is that!

 

On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

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This time when my chocoholic ripped open the package, I got pictures of it!

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Oh, was she so excited to get M&M’s!!

And on the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…

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A lovely picture frame to put 12 pictures of friends dear.

I have to say, I’ve never really cared for the Christmas season. Sure when I was a kid, I thought it was the most wonderful thing ever invented. I hate surprises so as a child, I would sneak at the present’s under the tree with my name on it. I’d try my hardest to unwrap the presents and then rewrap them without my parent’s finding out and me finding out what I was getting! Usually, I could do it to. Until my mother learned to hot glue the presents shut.

When I was 13, I wasn’t feeling all too well that Christmas of 1989 and just days later, I was diagnosed with type I diabetes. Then every year near Christmas and January I would get really sick and usually end up in the ER for an IV because I’d gotten dehydrated. Which to someone who has type I diabetes, you’re looking at dying if you don’t go to the hospital. In the next couple of years, I was diagnosed with another auto-immune disease and then fibromyalgia. Life was just hard physically. My body at what should have been my healthiest was not doing what it was supposed to do. I would literally spend days in bed hurting and not really being able to move.

Fast forward some years and I have my 3rd baby. She was born early and on Christmas eve of 2006, we were transported by ambulance to Children’s hospital because she was having unexplained seizures and Evergreen hospital where she was at, wanted her where they only work on children. I obviously spent Christmas day in the hospital. Benjamin was at home with our older girls, I mean, really, Santa had to come! We then switched and I went home (well, to my parent’s house) and I got to open some of my gifts. My parent’s gave me a pearl necklace that year. I’ve always loved pearls and every time that I put them on, I remember the day they were given to me. The day after Christmas, we found out that Amy Lynne was terminally ill. She would die.

Fast forward a couple more years and Benjamin’s father unexpectedly passed away a few days before Christmas. It was supposed to be an awesome Christmas. We  had just bought our first house! Instead, we had to figure out if they’d hold the funeral because Benjamin literally couldn’t leave me to move by myself. Not with my health.

So having the secret santa was wonderful. It made me excited for Christmas. I actually wanted to buy decorations for the season. Surprised? Yeah, me too. It put a smile on my face and a wonderful memory for years to come.

To our Secret Santa. Thank you! It was the best.

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2 comments on “January 23, 2012

  1. Awww, that's awesome. I love that something so simple turned your Christmas around! I only hope your secret Santa reads your blog!

  2. Bridget says:

    A Benjamin for Benjamin. Nice. Love your table.Your family goes all out in the gift department. My kids loved their cheap presents best. Erik's question made me laugh. Kids have no concept of present value. We spent maybe $200 on various Lego sets for Christmas and every kid liked their cheap ($5 or less) presents better…so I'm thinking they don't need Legos for a while. We'll keep the magic alive a few more years on a budget :o).

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