We arrived

home tonight after splitting the 400 mile journey over two days.  The fewer hours in the car, the better for all of us.  We came inside knowing the cat and guinea pig would be fed and happy (check, check).  What we did not expect? To smell the gentle scent of pine or discover the tall, green and very handsome fir* complete with lights and two decorations.

We had actually discussed Christmas preparations on the way home, after I had another morning of wanting nothing to do with anything.  I have found that unfortunately I am still going through lots of highs and lows, rather than just the even keel I crave.  I know it is out there, but between pain and discomfort from the tissue expander, not having full range of motion and still feeling miserable that the surgery had to take place in the first place, it simply hasn't happened yet.  It could also be the few unknowns that still exist (radiation, hormonal therapy, what we will do next year…), but this morning was particularly difficult.  

While Peter had assured me he would take care of everything Christmas-related, I hated to leave the burden of it all on him.  I had a feeling it would just take procuring a tree or maybe once the lights were on said tree, the mood would hit.  While I can't say I am full-throttle just yet (but pretty darn close), who would not be moved* incredibly by the actions of the Salty Dog Crew and our friends, Jack & Janet?  A gorgeous display of the true meaning of Christmas if I do say so myself…

*Nicholas refused to take a picture under the tree and I love that I have this shot of them instead.

**Yes, I cried…bawled like a baby for a good 20 minutes…then later …and again just a few minutes ago….wait, oh, yep,here we go again…