Christmas present is thankfully Christmas past now. There were definitely good moments, don't get me wrong. I love being a Sanders. Kelly's family has welcomed me with arms wider and warmer than I could have ever asked. We started a new tradition with my cousin Shannon and my sister (husbands as well) today.
Christmas Day continues to hold a chunk of pain. It isn't a joke when I say I need a tropical island escape. Beaches are always where my mind goes when I think of peace. Right after Olivia died, a friend and I took a trip to the Keys. I thought of that multiple times yesterday. I would love to have had my toes in that beautiful sand where thoughts could drift along soft breezes to the sound of lightly crashing waves.
As we move into the most turbulent time of year for me, we'll see how many days of serenity happen. I will not expect the worst. I just accept that it is always possible. I don't kid myself. That is setting myself up for the worst to happen and then some.
Now, I need someone to take away all of the effing Christmas candy that is so damn tasty. It is not a food group; it is not an acceptable diet plan; it is not a method of controlling my asthma!