And we are!
We can make all the plans we want, even if sometimes the plan is not to have plans. And God can redirect our path at the last moment.
We kept it simple this year. Thank goodness. Having parents come down ill and unable to celebrate with us was disappointing, but after one really bad night, things started to turn around for them, and we could take a relaxing breath. OK, we’d move forward on our own.
That was until I came down ill on Christmas Eve Eve (yes, that is a real day, look it up). Well, that threw the rest of our plans out the window.
Now you have not lived until you spend your Christmas Eve crawling out of bed onto the couch, cozy under a pile of pillows and blankets, and zone out for what ended up being almost three days waiting to come out of the fog.
But it’s all good. Like my husband said (after he cooked the ham, bless his heart), at least we have each other!
And we do. I am blessed. And although I’m still in recovery mode (as are my parents), I can now laugh about our crazy sick Christmas weekend. And if my husband doesn’t catch my bug, we will do some very mild celebrating over New Years!
Here’s to an awesome 2018!