One Second a Day tradition continues - for the seventh year!
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Happy Anniversary to Troy. We celebrated 27 years on Monday the 30th. That was the day that the Romneys returned to their southern home. Not that we saw them - my kids were busy sleeping and Troy and I were busy having jobs. It was a busy day for both of us. I covered my unit on my own and was in full swing for all of the hours, even staying later than normal. By the time I got home, neither Troy nor I were very excited about the thought of leaving the house. We ordered Indian food - enough for the whole family - and watched more of LOTR. It's been a slow year for getting the movies watched - with people coming and going and our children having lives outside of our house, we just haven't watched as quickly as usual. So we were all ready to nothing but eat delicious food and watching movies. I haven't eaten that much food in a long time. I was both happy and a little sorry.
Did we take photos? No we did not. Just know that I love my husband more now than I have ever loved him, and consider myself to be incredibly blessed to have him. Troy, I adore you.
Another anniversary (kind of) was the celebration of the New Year. Again, I took no photos. We gathered at the home some friends in the neighborhood, who invited over as many people as they could fit in the house. There was a kitchen full of treats and tidbits to enjoy, games at the table, a fire in the fireplace, and friends everywhere. I brought some knitting thinking that I'd just find a quiet corner to rest in. However, I made two fatal flaws. For one thing, I brought a new project (a sweater for Troy), and it needed intense attention. Not going to happen. Also, there were so many wonderful friends there. I just sat still and talked and talked and talked until I pretty much lost my voice. It was a wonderful evening. A warm celebration of a year to be grateful for, even though there were some really hard things. Hard in that they were overwhelming - the room project, getting Chase home from his mission, getting Romney home from school and feeling better, starting a new job, taking classes, all the things. Plus the loss of Troy's friend Chris. It was a really big year. That's one of the things I love so much about the holidays. It's a time to just be joyful and reflective and ponder on the year that has passed and celebrate its completion, for all the good and bad and tough and challenging and beautiful that it contained.
I'll include one photo - not really an anniversary, but a Christmas date that Romney and Nicholas celebrated together. They went on a walk, played games, went out for a fancy dinner, and built models at his house. They are so cute. And so I will end this year by posting a photo of them.
Ok one more family photo because I love them all so much.
If our St. George cousins were hoping to visit a snowy Salt Lake, they were sadly disappointed. Instead we provided them with a soggy rainy weekend. I was happy for the rain. Rain in December means snow in the mountains and clean air in the valley. Lovely.
I don't like it when Christmas is over. So happily, we had more Christmas to celebrate with the Romneys. They arrived on Friday night, and though Sheri tried to get us to wait until Sunday to exchange our gifts for each other, the rest of us used our best peer pressure skills to open gifts that night. I love that we still have cousins we exchange presents with.
On my Christmas wish list was a mixing bowl. Not just any mixing bowl, though. I wanted a BIG mixing bowl. And I really love stoneware mixing bowls - the kind that look like they should be sitting on the workbench of a farm house out on the prairie.
I looked at the different sizes online - and found a 12", 14" and the mother of all mothers, 16". I was really sure I wanted the 16" bowl but it was out of stock. Troy got me the 12" to open on Christmas morning while we waited for the 16 incher to be back in stock.
On Christmas morning when I opened the 12" bowl I realized that I might have underestimated the size of these bowls. The 12" bowl was actually pretty big and I wondered just how big my 16" was going to be.
A few days later I heard a knock on the front door, and when I went to go answer it, I saw a delivery man heading back to his truck. I was so excited! It was here!
Then I opened the door. And found THE HUGEST box.
I haven't had a job at a place that is open over the holidays in over 22 years. I worked at the kids' school for a while of course, but that meant that I had a big long Christmas break just like the kids did. But now at my big-girl hospital job there really isn't a Christmas break. Christmas Eve and Day are both holidays of course, but some people do get assigned to work anyway. Luckily it wasn't my turn for that this year. Probably next year though. I did have to work the day after Christmas, and it was tough to get out of bed!
It was actually kind of fun though. A huge part of our staff had taken most of the week off, so there weren't many of us around. And in my part of the hospital we had very few patients at all. So I helped with the clean up of extra Christmas gifts and the sorting of the donations. Man alive it's overwhelming as well as touching to see the vast number of things that get donated. My coworker Ashley and I were so tired and sweaty by the end of the day.
As it turned out, we did not have to rouse all of the kids out of bed for Christmas morning. We only had to rouse one of them. The girls were up and moving on their own but Chase was dead to the world, so around 8am they started to nudge him awake. I feel like there have been years when all three kids were bouncing on our bed before 7am. I feel like 8 is a good compromise.
So I had seen an idea on social media for family members to write notes to each other on Christmas Eve, and put the notes in one another's stockings. Then on Christmas morning, everyone can begin the day by reading the notes. I thought it sounded so sweet. But like I said, on Christmas Eve night, we were all so tired that we decided to alter the plan a little. After we gathered in the kitchen and made our annual walk-with-eyes-closed to the living room, we got cozy in our usual spots and then instead of diving right into our stockings, we took a few minutes to go around the room and each say what we loved and admired about one another.
I'm telling you, it was the very best part of my Christmas Day. There was such a special feeling in our family as we went around and expressed love for each other. We were all in tears. I especially loved hearing what the kids had to say to their dad. I feel like dads often go under-appreciated, and to hear the kids tell Troy what an example he is to them and how much they want to be like him was just so beautiful. I hope we always do something like this at some point during our Christmas celebrations.
Then of course came the stockings. I found these little lego Dungeons and Dragons surprise mini figure packages - that was a favorite stocking stuffer this year for sure.
Time to begin The Lord of the Rings. The Fellowship of the Ring, Disc One.
I think I fell asleep.