Merry Christmas

One year ago today we were supposed to go to New Orleans for an unchristmas trip, just our little family of three. It was our first Christmas since Eli's death. Instead, we woke up to Jerry having a terrible stomach virus and a phone call from my dad alerting us that my grandmother had died unexpectedly.  Merry Friggin' Christmas, right?
Here we are. It's been a year. My uncle died in June. A new nephew joined the family in August. It's our second Christmas without Eli. I have not even started grieving for my grandma or my uncle. But nobody gets away scot-free from grief. I know it's there, waiting until I am able to feel a pain besides the loss of Eli. I'm not exactly looking forward to it, but grief is a part of life because love is a part of life. It is what it is.
A few weeks ago my friend Amy took me toy shopping for Eli. After she had reached out to me and I shared my grief-of-the-season (it's hard to see the "big kid toys" in stores and realize Eli would have been the right age for them, and wondering what he would like, what he would be into), she offered to shop for Eli with me and donate the gifts.
Sometimes you are given a choice to keep things surface level or to dive deep and risk vulnerability. As much as you can bear it, dive deep. It is rich and beautiful and hard and worth it down there in the depths.
Amy and I went shopping on what turned out to be her birthday. That is such a testament to her heart, that she would spend her day loving and giving. It was good and hard, but I had more peace driving home than I have felt all year. Truly. What a gift.
The toys were donated to local church who took them to a rough apartment complex for their Christmas celebration. I wanted to go, but I ended up bowing out. Diving deep was too much that day, too early in the morning. I just didn't have it in me. But I know some little 5 year old boys felt loved and cherished that day. That makes me happy.
While Amy and I were shopping we got to talking. More accurately we got to shopping while talking. ;) We lamented some things as mothers and women do, and somehow we made a plan to go Christmas caroling at a nursing home. Not just that it sounded like a nice idea, but that we both had passion for making it happen. Caroling in a nursing home is something I have wanted to do for several years, but I hadn't ever gotten around to planning it with all the other hubbub that arises in December. With Amy and I working as a team we could make it happen.
This morning, facing my second Christmas without Eli, on the one year anniversary of my grandmother's death,
Amy, myself, a few friends, and all of our kids sang Christmas carols to other people's grandmothers and grandfathers. We were perfectly imperfect. It was beautiful.
I didn't put the dates together when we were planning our caroling. This is the day that worked for the nursing home. It could not have been a more perfect way to remember and honor my grandma, who simply adored Christmas and singing.
I am deeply grateful to Amy for listening, responding, and acting with her heart. I am thankful to our friends who joined us and completed our choir of sorts. Some of the friends don't even celebrate Christmas but were all in at the opportunity to show love to people who may be lonely. That is beautiful.
I don't know what tomorrow and the next day will be like. But I had my Christmas this morning.