Pockets of Happy
3:21 a.m. in the morning and I can’t sleep.
But I am staring at this little Christmas tree I picked up at Big Lots for Sam because he wanted to “decorate” his own tree. I didn’t have to get him a tree. Certainly, it was needed, but he’s at the right age to enjoy random holiday traditions at the moment.
So he puts up ornaments, or really, gift tags because I didn’t want to rummage in the attic to find smaller pieces to hang. So we improvised and he placed the gift tags around the tree, in the asymmetrical way that children do. Still, it was his and perfect in his eyes. That’s all that matters right?
Anyway, staring at the tree and it’s little lights is strangely calming, especially on days like this when I’m restless and just wide-eyed and conflicted. Still, it’s an adorable little tree and I’m glad he got to decorate it. These little moments of quiet joy have been helpful, especially this time of year when I miss family and the familiarity of traditions. He’s learning to make memories and I’m feeling some pockets of happiness.
I call that a win.