Yesterday, we had a wonderful dinner; turkey breasts, ham, all the trimmings, pumpkin pie, apple pie and hot apple cider, brimming with cinnamon sticks and clove studded orange slices. I wasn't sure it would all get done and on the table at the time I had said it would - and it didn't. We sat down 50 minutes later. Despite the fact that I have two new wall ovens, they are small enough to prevent more than one or two items being baked at the same time. So, I baked what I could and the rest had to wait. Luckily I had fed most of them sausage biscuits on arrival, so they weren't starved. Dinner was worth waiting for, however. And there are leftovers!! We will eat like a king and queen here for several days (although mr. kenju has never liked eating left-overs). This time he will have no choice.
Yesterday, the house was filled with our three children, two of their spouses, six grandchildren and the sights and smells of Christmas in the making. Today, they are all gone, and I am teary-eyed for no particular reason that I can pinpoint. Seasonal let-down, I guess.
Did you ever have a strong deja-vu moment? As we gathered in the living room by the tree to open presents after dinner, memories swarmed in my mind and Christmases past flew by my eyes. The most prominent one was of my eldest grandson when he was about three; the cutest little tyke you'll ever see. He is still cute (just ask the girls) and at age 16, he is over 6'3" and still growing. And then I remembered a photo we have of that little guy with our first granddaughter (who is now 15) sitting in a living room chair, side-by-side. They adored each other when they were younger, and the girl would follow the boy all through the house, calling him "My (his name)." I have always enjoyed watching the grand children interact, and yesterday was no exception. Their delight on opening presents was fairly palpable - and the array of various technologies was mind-boggling! Grandpa and I have been (mentally) left behind, no doubt. Technology is changing so rapidly that by the time we learn one, it is obsolete.
Then I remembered Christmases when my children were small; "D" in his white shirt, red tie and blue velvet shorts (age two), enthralled with his new red plush hobby horse....."S" in her pj's and robe (age 4), loving her new Fisher-Price doll house....and "A"....lying in her plastic baby carrier in the middle of a mound of cast-off wrapping paper and ribbons, eyes wide and wondering what the heck is going on?! (age 3 mos.)
And so, the house is quiet now and I am left with my old memories; wondering how many more years I will get to be here, making new memories. Please God....let it be a while.