All joking aside, we actually had a wonderful, blessed Christmas and New Years and our children were troopers for being in the car as long as they were. The kids loved Christmas, especially Colt, who took much delight in opening all of his presents, all Sam's presents and any other presents that someone wasn't opening fast enough. It was lots of fun and even though it has taken me about two weeks to recover, I'm kind of sad that Christmas is over.
Sam started playschool in the Wee Ones class this week. He goes on Mondays and Wednesdays from 9am - 1pm. He cries when I drop him off, but I am assured that he stops a minute after I leave. His teachers love him so much and when I pick him up, he's always playing and giggling with his other little one-year old friends. I have tried desperately to take a picture of him at school, but as soon as he sees me, he runs to me and won't let me put him down long enough to get a picture. I promise I will try to get one soon.
After New Years, we went back to Lake Charles because I got the terrible, heartbreaking news that my Uncle Daryl had passed away, very unexpectedly. Everyone was truly devastated, but the saddest part about it, was that he left behind three amazing, wonderful children that loved him with everything they had. To see his funeral was to realize exactly how many lives he had touched with his kindness and if you knew his children, you would know the kind of parent that he was. He was a parent that should set the bar for all parents, his support and love was unconditional. He was respected and adored by his children, so much so that, even through their sadness, they beamed with pride to be the child of Daryl Khoury.
So, in this new year, I will strive to live by his example. I will be kind, generous and loving to all around me, so when I go to dance on those golden streets, my children can say that they were proud to have me as a mother.
