Merry Christmas!

Wow... can't believe it's finally Christmas Day. To steal Jen's schtick, it seems like this has been the holiday that never ended. I'm currently sleeping in my fourth bed in as many nights. Correction: this is only the second bed I've slept on; I've been on two couches and the bottom bunk with my niece the other three nights. Tonight I'm on a trundle bed and sleeping alone. And I have Internet service for the first time in four days.

I've decided the nomadic life just doesn't suit me. I'm living out of the back of my car. And when you're constantly packing and unpacking, you're bound to leave a few things at other places. Sunday I left my shampoo at my aunt's house, which wouldn't be a big deal if I were showering at anyone's house except my grandmother's, who hasn't washed her own hair since the 40s. So she had to go next door to a neighbor's apartment in her retirement village to borrow some. And while I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, the commandeered shampoo was meant to make your silver hair shinier, and I spend a lot of time and money to make my silver go away. There was also no conditioner, so imagine how flyaway my hair was for church last night. But at least my gray hair looked better than usual.

Tonight Amanda and I went to see "P.S. I Love You." It lasted about two and a half hours, and I cried for about two hours of that. It was a good flick (Gerard Butler, Harry Connick Jr and Jeffrey Dean Morgan... yummy x 3), but Hilary Swank just wasn't meant to do romantic comedies. She's a great actress, but it's weird to see her cry. I kept expecting her to shave her head or break out the boxing gloves.

It's been a great holiday and I've really enjoyed catching up with family and friends. More tomorrow (including pics) about Christmas.

BTW, a friend of mine has a son who asked her the other day why we always had to talk about Jesus at Christmastime. And it made me think about how crazy everything gets this time of year, and how often we forget why we celebrate the season. What a blessing God gave us more than 2,000 years ago when He sent His son to be born in a manger. To live a perfect life and to die on a cross so that we might have salvation. May we never forget His perfect gift.

Happy birthday, Jesus. Let us honor you not only this day, but all year through.

xoxo,
Lori