Special

Here we are on Sunday night again, 

and I'm rolling my shoulder back and down, 

trying to remember the yoga mantras my special friend led us through last night.

See,

the busyness swept through our home again,

decorations, lights, grocery shopping, laundry, and girls' night out carried the days into evenings into now.

It started yesterday when I brought the special bins up from the cobwebs

and no sooner set them down before a baby's first Christmas ornament was shattered.

And pretty much from there the festivities did not go as I had dreamed, imagined, planned...

but either way

I got the munchkins to do their part

and once they started

they were on a special kind of roll.

Our tree is a little more Charlie Brown than glorious this year,

plastic and dusty, actually.

And,
really,
more clumped than symmetrical.

But it's ours.

And it's the way we do it.

And it's special.

--

And soon after,
I took a break,

gave my toes the attention they've needed for months.

I said it was simply because my preggo sister needed the company,

But I didn't mind.

--

And so we continued 

with the' evening...
Girls' night out was a yoga night in.

Annie cuddled up in the corner while we all downward dogged for awhile,

trying to burn off the calories Kali was feeding us later;

she's one of those girls that just does things right.

Everything glistens under her touch.

You kind of just feel special to know her.

We...okay, I...
stayed up way past my bedtime

and loved it.

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So,

all to say,

I'm a little tired this evening,

it was a good weekend,

full and lovely

and special.