Today was a good day… it started with getting up a little earlier that I would have liked, but that’s the way all Christmases start for parents. My ex brought our kids who live with him and our oldest son over around 7:30 or so and we opened presents, had breakfast and watched a few episodes of “Invader Zim” before he and his ex left to go visit some of her family. That left me with all five of my kids. Between playing with their toys, watching movies and occasionally lending a hand in the kitchen the kids stayed occupied and we had a good time together.
My roommate showed up with my meat thermometer/timer just before I put the bird in the oven (he’d borrowed it the day before)… I wound up using a recipe I’ve used often over the past several years for a Porcini-Rubbed Turkey with Shiitake-Madeira Gravy. It’s a delicious recipe that always winds up producing a flavorful, moist turkey *yum*. I was surprised everything came together as well as it did, considering the fact I was working out of a much smaller kitchen than I’m accustomed to this year and that I hadn’t known how many people I was cooking for until 2 days before Christmas.
I gave my middle daughter a hat I love because she loves it so much. Every day she’s visited since I bought the had she has grabbed it and put it on and said “Thank you for my hat.” and when I tell her that it’s my hat she has said “Oh no, it’s my hat, you just don’t know it yet.” Well… I was rackign my brain to try figure out what to get her for Christmas and we had that exchange again while I was driving the kids back to their dad’s and it hit me… She REALLY loves the hat and wants it… I should give it to her because even though I really like the hat I love her and I knew it would make her very happy. She was thrilled to get it, so apparently I made the right choice.
This Christmas was an especially poinant one, without my mom or either of my grandmothers alive. True, my mom and one of my grandmothers were gone before last Christmas, but problems with my son kept me so distracted that I didn’t truly absorb the loss that year. I will miss them, but their memories will keep me warm.