Today was so special, as my loving family came over and put up all the Christmas lights, blow-ups and decorations. Usually, Martin and Bobbie Jo would do all that, but things are different now. Becky knew that seeing our yard all decorated would be a huge boost for Martin, and sure enough it is. There was David, Natalie, Shane, Tyler, Jaybird, Joe and Becky. They worked all day. I made hot chocolate, and "forgot" to let anyone know that I loaded it with Hershey Syrup. Jaybird was amazed at how good it tasted, and well, I didn't want to burst his bubble. I did the inside of the house. I took out all my Christmas cookie jars, the musical ceramic Christmas tree, the animated Santa in the outhouse, and my fabulous tropical Christmas with all the fabulous tropical ornaments. The lights are gleaming, and our spirits are high. I went out in the dark awhile ago, and just stood there, loving the efforts made. It is a shame that we only do this for about a month each year, but then I guess we wouldn't appreciate it if we did it every day. Already the neighborhood is stopping by to admire our yard and thank us for decorating. Lots of cars stop, get out and take pictures with their kids. Martin is happy to have the decorating done, but he misses getting on the roof to do it himself.
The entire yard is lined with lighted candycanes, there is a nativity, a Santa's workshop, Santa and sleigh being pulled by flamingos, Mr. and Mrs. Claus, a christmas tree, a penguin, a train, and well, probably other stuff, but I can't remember it all. Lights circle the trees, lighted icicles surround the roof, and the bushes are covered with lights. I wish you could see it! Remember when I wrote how important it was to be normal? Well, this is normal for us. Coming in the very near future, we will be baking our cookies, and next Sunday, making gingerbread houses. Even Little Joe will help with that. Yes, normal feels so good. Martin has a head cold now, and he is a sniffling wreck. Well, so am I, anything else wrong with him is frightening to me. He does look pitiful, with his kleenex, his little bucket to throw the kleenex away in, and sounds awful, as he is blowing his nose, (sounding like a forlorn seal), coughing, sneezing his nose off and okay, I'll admit, doing his "man-whining". Never did that when he found out about his heart, or when he found out about his lungs, but something in the rights of manhood is deeply instilled in each male human: Whine when you have a cold. I don't mean to sound hard hearted, but man-whining is something familiar. I have tucked him in all day, made soup, brought drinks and talked baby talk to him. Oh, I gave him medicine too, so we just have to ride it out. We will wake up tomorrow and he will be better, but I guess I can baby him just a bit longer. After, I still have him to baby, and I hope I will for years to come!
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