Don't get me wrong, my post title is not all that revealing, because 2019 was a real nice Christmas. I visited my daughter and her husband and family and I "got to know them" all over again since I don't see them very often. I ate delicious food, laughed 'til I choked, did puzzles, went to the beach and enjoyed their company totally. The reason I say "made it through Christmas" is because I thought I might be coming down with a cold a couple of days before I traveled to see her...but I persevered! I pushed myself and kept telling myself that I'd get better, and surprisingly, I never actually felt ill. But, boy, my throat was telling a different story, and after singing carols at church on Christmas eve and talking all the way through a family party, I wreaked havoc on my vocal chords! By Christmas morning no sound was emerging from my mouth. I tried and tried, and couldn't even "bark" a couple of words from the depths of my voice. I whispered all Christmas Day. It was raining all day long, so we literally stayed inside the entire time, but any time I wanted to communicate anything, like, "yes, I'll take a little salt, please", it had to be requested in a whisper. It wasn't until trying to drift off to sleep that night on the air mattress and reading all I could about Laryngitis on my iPhone in the dark, that I discovered that whispering actually makes matters worse! And after two days of stifling coughs by burying my head under the covers, coupled with whispering, I had developed a head cold that needed to get OUT. I plotted (to myself) how I'd take a hotel room the one remaining night and stay and sleep while the gang went to the beach for the day. I actually considered that! Me! The woman who longs for the sights and sounds of the ocean almost daily! But the moment I saw my step-granddaughter once dawn broke, happily playing in my "bedroom" (the living room) with enthusiasm about the day we were all to spend together, I knew I couldn't ruin those plans! I bundled up, stuffed my pockets with Ricolas and enjoyed myself so much that my voice (or a disguised version of it) started to appear in the afternoon. We had a great time. Now, three days later and 549 miles away, I know I'll always think of this Christmas in a very, very grateful way. Wonderful daughter. Wonderful family. Wonderful time. And as of this post no one in her family has caught my germs. Fingers crossed!
This is my 2019 Christmas card. There are, indeed, Angels among us!