Our First “Forever” Christmas

Like everyone else, our December has been busy.  My husband’s schedule has been filled with sermon-writing, shut-in visits, service planning, and Christmas program rehearsals.  I’ve been rushing about purchasing Christmas presents, writing letters, and managing that *little* task of caring for Babykins.

Despite the seasonal chaos, it’s hard not to be a little bit excited by Christmas this year because it’s our first “forever” Christmas.  For the first time in our married life, we are able to say, “Wow, we’ll do the same thing again next year!”

The Christmas tree will go up in the same living room (okay, it won’t be the same Christmas tree because our cats have been set on destroying the cheap $20 tree I bought my sophomore year of college).



While our Christmas lights on the house look off balanced because we don’t own an outdoor extension cord, it’s no big deal because we can do better next year.

The church’s Christmas program seemed a bit. . .unusual to us, but perhaps next year it will seem a little more familiar.

On Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I’ll sit in the same sanctuary that I will sit in next year, hearing my favorite pastor preach. 😉

When it’s time for the Christmas decorations to come down, I will store them rather than pack them for a move.

All of this is made even more special since it’s Babykins first Christmas (even though she may very well fuss all day).

Of course, we have no real way of knowing what God has planned for us, but we’re working on the assumption that we will be here for awhile.  So, even though it doesn’t feel like it yet, we are finally home.

(You know, aside from the idea that we are but strangers here, heaven is our home. 🙂 )




Sometimes When I’m Morose, I Feel Silly

Yesterday I was working on putting away the autumn decorations.  After three years, I have finally collected enough fall decor for it to have its own box (I had been putting the autumn and spring decorations together).  This meant I could immediately close up the box for our next move.  As I carefully packed away the decorations, I realized with a jolt that I did not know where we would be the next time I opened the box.  We could be anywhere, I thought to myself, but it most certainly won’t be here in our quirky farmhouse.  Such sadness, such nervousness, such moroseness.  Blah, blah, blah, deep feelings of melancholy as I put the box into the storage room.

Then a half hour later I found some fall decorations that I forgot to put away.  I guess I will be opening the autumn box in our quirky farmhouse after all.  What a waste of a perfectly decent bout of gloom.



Decorating for Only a Year

I finally finished putting up our remaining decorations on Wednesday.  Well, at least the decorations I intended putting up this year.  There is a box of decorations and some miscellaneous paintings sitting in my office that will not be going up this year.  I keep meaning to repack them. . .

Anyway, as I was finishing hanging the decorations, I had two reoccurring thoughts.  First:

stupid positioningSecond:

crookedOh well, I didn’t care that the pictures weren’t level and the decorations on the wall weren’t positioned to their full aesthetic potential.  It will all be coming down in 9 months.  This is how my decorating has been since getting married–haphazard because it was all going back in boxes soon.

However, it occurred to me that I don’t know how to decorate with the intention of living somewhere for more than a year.  Sure, I know how to get a house completely unpacked and organized in a week, but I have no clue how to arrange pictures and paintings in a way that I can stand looking at them after 3, 5, or even 10 years.  How do I shift my thought process from “Slap it up so it’s done” to “Let’s do this carefully so it doesn’t have to be redone”?

How do you decorate a house after moving?