As most of you know, about a year and a half ago we "completed" (in quotes because, let's be honest...it's STILL not completely finished!) a big remodel of our upper level (and, of yet I have to post a "finished product" post on). I am a DIE HARD Christmas fan and to me, if you have an artificial tree, you are akin to Scrooge. Or the Grinch. Or Satan himself, or something.
So, while I was leery about putting a real Christmas tree (with which we've had mishaps before) on my wood floor last year, shockingly, the season passed without incident and I was able to enjoy my tree in all it's pine scented glory.
This year, while still having those same leery feelings, we schlepped out to get our tree from an incredibly fun and festive, but ridiculously over-priced tree farm, and set the bad boy up. We decorated it TO THE HILT with the oodles of ornaments we have and I mentioned to my husband that he should probably tie up the tree...but then he got busy with other things and didn't.
And...I'm sure you can guess what happened.
So, while I was leery about putting a real Christmas tree (with which we've had mishaps before) on my wood floor last year, shockingly, the season passed without incident and I was able to enjoy my tree in all it's pine scented glory.
This year, while still having those same leery feelings, we schlepped out to get our tree from an incredibly fun and festive, but ridiculously over-priced tree farm, and set the bad boy up. We decorated it TO THE HILT with the oodles of ornaments we have and I mentioned to my husband that he should probably tie up the tree...but then he got busy with other things and didn't.
And...I'm sure you can guess what happened.
And THEN some...but THAT my friends, will be Lesson 2. However, for now, something more pressing is on my heart...
As I lay on my belly vacuuming the seams of our wood floors, in hopes of extracting as much water as I could from under them I had A LOT of time to think...
You see, a neighboring community had just experienced a tragic construction accident...a co-workers friend's son is battling osteosarcoma...I realized, in that time on my belly with the shop vac, that GOOD GOLLY. If a wet wood floor is my biggest worry in life, man alive, do I have it good.
Then tonight, I learned that one of my hospital co-workers lost her precious 2 month old baby last night. And my goodness...my heart breaks. This poor mama...I can't not imagine her pain and sorrow and her absolute grief in losing her precious newborn baby.
Friends, hug your loved ones today...and count your blessings.
Today I thank God that my "biggest worry" in life is a replaceable wood floor...and today, I pray for God's grace and love and healing miracles to shower down upon those that have REAL worries.
As I lay on my belly vacuuming the seams of our wood floors, in hopes of extracting as much water as I could from under them I had A LOT of time to think...
You see, a neighboring community had just experienced a tragic construction accident...a co-workers friend's son is battling osteosarcoma...I realized, in that time on my belly with the shop vac, that GOOD GOLLY. If a wet wood floor is my biggest worry in life, man alive, do I have it good.
Then tonight, I learned that one of my hospital co-workers lost her precious 2 month old baby last night. And my goodness...my heart breaks. This poor mama...I can't not imagine her pain and sorrow and her absolute grief in losing her precious newborn baby.
Friends, hug your loved ones today...and count your blessings.
Today I thank God that my "biggest worry" in life is a replaceable wood floor...and today, I pray for God's grace and love and healing miracles to shower down upon those that have REAL worries.
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