i woke up this morning with a community of zits inhabiting my face.
i don't know what's worse: the pain of those monsters or the fact that i am still battling zits in my mid twenties.
i decided the only way to combat those vermin would be to sit in front of the mirror and try to annihilate them-- show them who's boss.
well, now my face is all red, swollen, and looking worse (and feeling worse) than before.
but, i'm determined to be in good spirits...
so i put on my Christmas playlist.. Christmas music always boosts spirits. i'm now listening to David Archuleta's version of "I'll Be Home For Christmas."
i admit it, i'm crying a little bit. why does that song always make me cry? i think it's because it makes me think of my family.
it makes me think of my mom singing that song while putting Martha Stewart to shame in the decorating department.
it makes me think of cinnamon potpurri brewing in the kitchen, a collection of Santa's adorned all over that beautiful entertainment center, my brother teasing my sister, my dad walking through the door from work or from the gym, and Lucy, the dog, lurking around every corner pleading for attention and snuggles.
it makes me think of snow dancing to the ground, chocolate peppermint cookies (the secret-recipe ones), driving up to a house decked out in lights glowing in white ice, and watching old movies while sipping on some hot chocolate.
it makes me think of my grandpa playing music on his piano, my grandma unveiling her treasure of gifts for all her grandkids, my cousins and aunts and ungles laughing and dancing and singing and limbo-ing.
it makes me think of laughing till my stomach hurts.
it makes me think of choirs and concerts going on all over town.
it makes me think of my mom's smile, my dad's laugh, my sister's beautiful face, my brother's humor, and his wife's love for their little Rosalie.
it makes me miss my family like something fierce.
don't get me wrong, i love it here. it is lovely. i love being close to M's family. i love sharing the holiday with them. it is so special-- especially for Ellie.
it's just not home...yet.
and so when i think of "I'll be home for Christmas," i can't help but think of my little childhood Utah house...humble and sweet...and my little Hartley family...wild and equally sweet.
love to you all, and missing you all lots.
hope you're enjoying the season!