little dimpled hands
Lights glowing brightly. The sight of little dimpled hands sprinkling colored sugar on cookies. The sound of laughter. I keep myself from feeling like an imposter by jumping in feet first. I love these people. I feel comfortable and loved. So thoughtfull, so giving, but I guess that’s the spirit of the season.
I miss Christmas growing up. But being there, with them, made me feel that again. Frighteningly beautifull.
We’re all imposters though aren’t we? Every fake smile we pin on sunday mornings and every day of the week when we enter the office? Whispering that nothings wrong, when it’s obvious that something is. We love our children don’t we? But sometimes mommy needs to take a breath too. Sit back and reflect on life and daily happenings.
The world really is a beautifull place. Just when I start to seriously question something restores my faith. Any little thing really.
We dance and sing and flip upside down for the paycheck. We push and endure and grimace for the bills.
But what about the other things. Are we even noticing them? The real smiles. The held doors. The fixed sinks and cooked dinners. The ability to express emotions. The light. Lets start noticing.
Merry Christmas my dear ones loved and loving.
Sometimes it takes something as simple as little dimpled hands to remind us of what is really important in life, doesn’t it?
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