10 years ago, my daddy left for Iraq and arrived in that hell-hole on the 15th of December. Christmas night, he watched our planes light up the sky with artillery and felt the earth shake from being mortared. That was a hard Christmas. He was gone for almost 8 months.
3 years ago, we were celebrating Christmas thinking that it might be my last. That was a hard one, too.
3 years ago, our family huddled together and tried to comfort each other after unspeakable violence had been acted upon one of our members. That was a really hard one.
Yesterday, someone whom I greatly admire and look up to had a family member pass away. They will always remember that every Christmas from now.
Today is the birthday of my first love and I always brush away a tear and wish him the best. I know that we were not meant to be together, but I can’t help but wish every year that we were spending Christmas together.
For many, Christmas is a time of joy and thanksgiving. Of celebrating family, the milestones they have accomplished together and as individuals. But for many, Christmas is just another day to try and slog through. Or, even worse, a holiday that is an awful reminder of bad things that have happened in the past. For some, Christmas day will be spent alone in distant countries while wishing they were with family here at home. Remember those who might be hurting a little more than usual at this time of year and say a prayer for them. We are all so blessed to be here for another Christmas.
Thank you for spending another year with Buckaroo Barbie! We think that 2014 will be even bigger and better, and we look forward to sharing our adventures with you! We love you Dolls so much!
xo xo Elizabeth