Driving home from my parent's house on Christmas night the kids kept commenting that this was 'the best Christmas ever.'
And I wholeheartedly agree.
The 24th and 25th were not among some of my better days. The 24th I was only able to be up and off the couch for a short amount of time. The 25th was more manageable. I was so thankful that we could spend the afternoon and evening with my parents and my brother and his family. We spent a lot of time laughing and eating really great food and did I mention we laughed..a lot. Even though I had to spend a large part of the day either lying down or trying to move as little as possible in order to keep my symptoms manageable, I really had an awesome time. Yet, by days end, my neuropathy pain was sky high and I had difficulty walking.
However, living with Lyme has taught me that my happiness cannot be dependent on my circumstance or how well I feel or don't feel. Life is fraught with many challenges, and these do not cease to exist on Christmas. We must simply make a choice to not let it govern our outlook.
We choose to make it what it is.
It was the best Christmas ever.
Yes, life can throw us a curve ball, things can go sideways, upside down, and backwards, and plans may never quite go as planned. Life is not perfect. Far from it, in fact. But it is in the imperfection that we find the most meaning. And in the midst of it all, blessings can abound. Dreams can come true, wishes can be granted and hopes fulfilled. Precious moments spent with loved ones can be cherished. And laughter and merriment can reign supreme.
All of these things combined made this the best Christmas on record.
Yes, it was the best Christmas ever.