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My wish list

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The Hubbs has been asking for my wish list….He knows me better than anyone, but he still wants a little help with it. And that’s ok. He’s got some ideas but what he’s really asking for is help hitting a home run.  Smart man; this ain’t his first rodeo.  

The thing is? 

I don’t have anything on it. 

Terrible problem to have, isn’t it?

We’re healthy and employed.

Our home is warm & cozy. 

The kids are happy and well; the grand-babes are thriving and beautiful and growing. 

Even the dog has it pretty darn great. 

I have clothes that don’t fit, so clearly, we have more than enough food. 

My car runs just fine and – bonus – it’s paid off.  

I have a stack of books calling my name and I’ve set them aside for Christmas vacation.  Speaking of, I have vacation time and an employer that encourages me to take it.

It’s hard for me to come up with a list just for the sake of it

What I really want… I have: time off with pay,  opportunities for the two of us to slip out for the night and talk, share a look and a smile and a promise of what’s to come. Time to sleep in, to cook, to read with the winter sun streaming in on my shoulders, time to play and talk with the kids & grands, to visit friends and family. 

Unscheduled time to goof off and to accomplish absolutely .. nothing.

I’m not hard to buy for; I just don’t need anything.

My wish?  

My wish is that anyone reading this will see the promise of what is Christmas. 

When possible, forgive.  

When not, give yourself permission to step away.  

When you can help, do so.

Choose words carefully. 

Refrain from criticism. 

Pick up the phone and call an elderly relative.   

Do something nice for someone else just because you can.

Mix it up.  

Stop the schedule.   Slow down.

Look around.

Celebrate

what

is.

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