the tree is up
Dec. 23rd, 2002 12:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hel_anaThe house smells like evergreens - it reminds me of fresh rosemary.
The tree is full and bushy, and stands up straight, but looks crooked because of the way the boughs have grown. Dad and I inadvertently left a dark spot right in the front. Ornaments cover the surface, with no rhyme or reason.
In other words, it's perfect.
It was a very quiet tree trimming, compared to years past, but it was still nice. Grandma and Brenda (who is some kind of relative - she got in touch with Grandpa a few years ago because of her research into the family that shares my surname, which she was born into) came over and we had supper and decorated the tree.
And now I'm watching The Sound of Music. Yet another mainstay of my childhood. At one point, the annual Christmas TV viewing of TSoM was one of the few nights my sister and I were allowed to stay up late watching television. (Since the movie is four hours long, even if it starts at seven, it won't end until eleven.)
It's interesting that, as I get older but especially as I grow more and more to love and cherish the children and grow in my partnership with Ross, I've become more aware of the traditions I grew up with. They've taken on new importance to me, and remind me where I came from at the same time as I'm moving towards my destination.
I'm living at home with my parents, I'm marginally unsettled in my job, and I'm in a holding pattern as far as moving to be with my little family. But more often than not these days, I'm settled within myself in a way that I haven't ever been before. And Jann Arden speaks to me in a way that she never did before.
I've got a good father
And his strength is what makes me cry
I've got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here
Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself
The tree is full and bushy, and stands up straight, but looks crooked because of the way the boughs have grown. Dad and I inadvertently left a dark spot right in the front. Ornaments cover the surface, with no rhyme or reason.
In other words, it's perfect.
It was a very quiet tree trimming, compared to years past, but it was still nice. Grandma and Brenda (who is some kind of relative - she got in touch with Grandpa a few years ago because of her research into the family that shares my surname, which she was born into) came over and we had supper and decorated the tree.
And now I'm watching The Sound of Music. Yet another mainstay of my childhood. At one point, the annual Christmas TV viewing of TSoM was one of the few nights my sister and I were allowed to stay up late watching television. (Since the movie is four hours long, even if it starts at seven, it won't end until eleven.)
It's interesting that, as I get older but especially as I grow more and more to love and cherish the children and grow in my partnership with Ross, I've become more aware of the traditions I grew up with. They've taken on new importance to me, and remind me where I came from at the same time as I'm moving towards my destination.
I'm living at home with my parents, I'm marginally unsettled in my job, and I'm in a holding pattern as far as moving to be with my little family. But more often than not these days, I'm settled within myself in a way that I haven't ever been before. And Jann Arden speaks to me in a way that she never did before.
I've got a good father
And his strength is what makes me cry
I've got a good mother
And her voice is what keeps me here
Feet on ground
Heart in hand
Facing forward
Be yourself
Great minds apparently think alike
Date: 2002-12-23 05:37 pm (UTC)