God mentions life as being a vapor. That is one of life’s descriptions that I completely comprehend. Here for the moment and gone before you are able to grasp it completely.
Since my kids are older now and no longer live with me, I hesitate to continue to full-out decorate for the holidays. But as October colors up my world and November quickly approaches, the magic and wonderment inside of little girl who still lives within me, awakens.
My mom made Christmas magical. In all honesty, my father was a big part of the magic as well. But Mom was special in that department. With her touches, the holiday fun began on Halloween and continued through New Years, with Christmas being the highlight, of course.
I miss those days. And I miss the days when I brought that same magic into the lives of my children.
The other day I tried to explain to my oldest grandchild, Belle, as we were watching Rudolph, that these holiday programs came on just once a year when I was a little girl. We didn’t have DVD’s that we could pop in anytime. Netflix, Prime, or the Disney Channel never existed. She just couldn’t grasp that idea. It made me feel a little sad for this generation who will never know what it’s like to see a commercial announcing when a particular holiday favorite would be aired, or looking through the TV Guide in anticipation of watching Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, The Year Without Santa Claus, or A Charlie Brown Christmas on one of the three networks. Everything today is immediate…at the tip of our fingers. Is that good or bad? I’m inclined to lean towards bad.
This season, I spent much time crafting and decorating when I was up to it. Seems like I just got everything how I want it and now it’s time to take it all down. But the kids, grandkids, and D and I were blessed with two fun-filled days. It was so much fun.
Today is New Year’s Eve. The last day of a whirlwind 2025. I did not enjoy the year so much because of being unwell. But my kids, wow…they’ve each had an exceptional year of growth filled with blessings. I am so proud of them.
I did fulfill a couple of big promises that I made to others which makes me quite happy. So 2025 wasn’t a complete washout for me. One such promise was in writing a story for a family and having it made into a book for them.
January will begin my sixth year of coffeewithandi. I love being here even though this last year I barely wrote. Hopefully, a spark will once again ignite.
During this wintery downtime, I will be focusing on my physical health. I already feel I’m on the upward swing…finally. Yay!
Wishing you all a blessed 2026.
♥️
Andi
Coffee with Andi 