Last night my family ventured out to a light show about thirty minutes from where I live. We had a really great turn out - three car loads of people - there were ten of us in total. It was a great idea in theory - a hayride though Christmas lights with music, fake snow and Santa Claus. As you may or may not know, my son turns two in January and so I've been semi-dreading this first Santa Claus visit, knowing that while he really wants to see him, he may well be terrified when push comes to shove. He confirmed all of my fears last night and while I normally don't post family pictures, this one is really too good to resist.
All in all, we really had a good time. It started out rough with Santa and standing in line for the hay ride but my little man REALLY loved the hayride. It was a toss up between whether the tractor pulling the hay ride was cooler than the actual lights. When I looked over and he was with his Grandpa "dancing" to "Rock around the Christmas tree" and smiling ear to ear I knew braving the cold was entirely worth it for that one precious moment.
I would like to title this one "pure terror" and hats off to my hubby who tried to smile during the chaos...
And because that's a truly terrible picture and I don't want anyone to believe we actually torture our son for fun, I'll post one from a festival we went to around Halloween that sheds a better parenting light. This is a personal favorite because I actually caught that childish glee in a photograph.
And so went our weekend. It was fun but as always, much too short. I'm currently reading "Burnt Toast" by Teri Hatcher, which is an odd book for me, but as I've said before, one that a good friend recomended to me a while back and I'm finally reading. Thank goodness for good friends because I am loving this book. It's more of a life's lessons type of thing rather than a story. I'm really trying to read as much as possible becuase I'm excited about starting "Beatiful Creatures" soon but finding time to read during the holidays has been as much a challenge as finding the time to write has been.
Here's a passage from the book that I really loved and I thought alot of writers could relate to:
"Your world is what you make of it. It's a collection of steps, one in front of the next, that form a path from your childhood to your present. Sometimes you're led against your will. Sometimes you want to stop but have to keep going. Along the way you may think you know who you are and what you want. Some elements of that may stay the same forever, and others may change every year. Regardless, you have to take ownership of your destiny and be honest about what you want, even if it's hard to admit. Even if the people around you don't think you're making the right decision."
And with that - I'm off to work! Happy Monday!