I have never liked the first day of the year. My sister usually calls me to ask me what I am doing on this "your favorite day of the year". This year was no different. I put away all the Christmas Decorations, the trees, the Christmas boughs, the tinkling bells in the entry hall, my favorite nativity scene and ceramic tree that my Aunt Irma made for me many years ago. It's all packed away for another 12 months. I love Christmas so much maybe that is why it is hard for me to transition to New Years Day when all the signs of it are missing. The house just seems to have lost it's sparkle!
This year during Christmas there was a bit of a cloud looming over all of us as my youngest daughter and her husband have separated. They have been married for only three years and dated for three years prior to that. I don't know what to do with the feelings that I have about it. Always being the Mother who wants to fix things, this is something I can't fix. When I look back over the last 3 years that they have been married I see the reality that two people could not have been more incompatible then my daughter and son-in-law but I was so hopeful for their marriage to work. I was rooting for them. I prayed for them so many many times. I am sad. Sad to admit it just didn't work, sad to admit that I encouraged them to get married, sad for my two little grandchildren, just plain sad.