oh... bummer

Well, it hit me today - though I knew my daughter would not be home for Christmas, as I was shopping for goodies to do the baking so that I can get it all done and mailed off to her on time, it hit me that she won't be home for our traditional Christmas morning breakfast...

I have prepared the same breakfast for 21 Christmas mornings. It's our special thing, but this year - hmmmm.

I stood in the isle at the grocery store not quite knowing what to do, forgetting entirely what I was there for, and crying just a tiny bit. Funny where and when these things will hit you.

Well, I guess it's time to grow up now. Kid is grown and gone, and it's time for me to get back to whatever it was I was doing prior to motherhood... (whatever that may have been)

On the brighter side, perhaps the dog would enjoy a special Christmas breakfast this year!