Christmas Reminds Me To Be Grateful
It was a wonderful Christmas and I found myself being grateful. I wanted to record these things before my mind forgets :)
Today we had everyone over for Christmas dinner. I was telling my friend that Lee picked up the groceries for Christmas Day and I did Christmas Eve. She said she wouldn’t want to make two lists. I explained to her that I didn’t give Lee a list or ask him to go to the store. He went to the store and picked up everything we needed without being asked. He did the same thing for Thanksgiving. The other women that were at our house had so many questions on how “I got him to do this.” Lee is my partner in life and he always does his share of the work without me asking. He knows what we need because he has eaten the holiday food for years (with the exception of Christmas Eve food which we just started when we purchased this house). I know what these women mean about their husbands not pitching in because my father was that way. I think this has more to do with Lee’s upbringing than me. Lee was raised by parents who both taught their sons to do their part in their home – every night the sons were in charge of clearing the table and cleaning the dishes. If Lee has been to your house, you will see that he is champion dish washer. We have a dishwasher, but I rarely use it because Lee prefers to wash the dishes. This Christmas I am grateful to Lee’s parents for raising him to be a wonderful person.
Days before Christmas, I met up with a friend for a coffee. We were talking about Christmas songs. Her favorite is the Little Drummer Boy. She explained that it was her favorite because she could imagine the wonderful sight of Our Lord’s Birth with all of the animals gathered around the manager keeping time with the drummer’s drum. And for days I couldn’t stop thinking about the glorious sight that must have been seen the night the Lord was born. I am thankful for friends who vividly see the world and strengthen my faith. Merry Christmas!
Hugs,
marlene
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December 26th, 2013 at 4:39 am
I love you and I love you and Lee together.
I don’t think it has anything to do with Lee’s parents. I think he does things because he really loves you.
I love that Lee sent us home with enough food that I don’t have to cook tomorrow. Love u.
December 26th, 2013 at 5:31 pm
I agree with Kelly because I know Lee’s brothers. One of his brother helps a little, he will wash a dish or two (I think he reads your blog so I won’t say much more on that). I’ve never seen his other brother do anything.
One of the best stories I know to back this up is the day Lee called out: “Do you need anything?” And you responded in a voice with an Italian accent: “Two cappuccinossssssssssssss please Leooooooonnnnnn.” He walked upstairs and asked you what you said. When he told you that he didn’t know how to use the machine, you told him that he must have seen you do it many times and should try. Ten minutes later two cappuccinos were served.
A few weeks later, you had some friends over (I think it was Rina?) and Lee came in and asked you, “Five cappuccinos?” HAHAHAHHA
Lee isn’t called “the Saint” for no reason.
December 27th, 2013 at 1:26 am
Tell Leon I am going to kick his ass. Nah don’t tell him that because the cappaccino making guy will kick my ass. Why did you write this online?When Jean reads this she is going to yell at me because I am not shopping or making her coffee.
I came to your blog because you said you were going to teach me how to be Italian. Did you forget?
December 27th, 2013 at 3:03 am
Kelly and Karen -> Karen has a point about one bro, but Lee’s brothers told me all the little jobs they had to do together so I think they learned that a home works when everyone does their part. Karen – Lee’s bro was super helpful to me during during one of our parties and he always offers to help and clean dishes as well.
Rrichie – You called Lee and told him what I wrote LOL. I do owe you a post – they had me so busy these last few days (a lot of fun too…come over if you have a chance this weekend).