This Christmas, I didn't ask Santa for anything, Baby. That is, I didn't ask for anything physical. What I really wanted was to get some closure [in a certain situation that has been mentioned ad nauseum], to be with my family, to see snow, and to see everyone I care about safe and happy. And that was exactly what I got - so it was exactly what I needed. The closure occurred last week. Saturday I got to mom and dad's. It snowed for me this morning. All my friends and family are enjoying themselves and happy. Life for Meggan Ann is good.
The temperature was in the 40's this morning, so it shouldn't have even been snowing - it felt like a Festivus miracle, granted in my honor. Mom and I went out for a run/walk (me-run, mom-walk), but by then my snow had stopped. It was raining and we had to wear the raincoats, so we both walked - about 3 miles. (It is Darn Near Impossible to run in a raincoat, and my coach told me not to worry about it as long as I'm doing something every day until training starts, so I didn't sweat it.) We visited the donkeys, fed them some animal crackers, and returned home, where we laughed our faces off at funny bumper stickers on the internet, ate too much, sang Christmas carols and played the piano, and had mom's Famous Coconut Cake for dessert. Now I'm sitting here reading and writing while mom and dad read their nightly book, and I'm getting ready to go attack some of those yummy leftovers.
Am I little bit sad? Yes. Am I going to tell you why? No. Does it have anything to do with what I did or didn't get for Christmas? No. I'm choosing to focus on what I have, and ignore what I don't. Besides, as the saying goes . . .
It has been an amazing Christmas so far. Rehab Lite continues . . .