It's usually around this time of year that memories of my childhood creep back into my mind. Christmas was always a big deal for us kids and my Mom. Our Dad was rarely around, so there really isn't much to say about him, sad but true.

But anyway, my Mom made sure that we had fun at Christmas, knew the REAL meaning of Christmas and enjoyed it. Growing up were good year's...... Looking back it was good until my preteen year's, but, in order to have peace you have to go through hard times. I was up in the attic and came across a lot of old pictures from my *childhood home*. I lived there until I turned 13.

Then my parents divorced and we moved in the city with our Grandmother. Despite it all, Christmas was and always will be a wonderful Holiday to me.

I have written several *blogs* over the years and then I get bored and end up deleting them. I find myself browsing other peoples and enjoy their pictures and all around fun lives they seem to have. Writing has never been a big interest of mine, but I have SO many friends who seem to enjoy my life (heaven only knows why) and they love seeing pictures of Keaton as he grows up. Most of my friends have been on this journey with me from day one. I've read blogs of people whose lives are so full of pain and suffering that I get to the point I feel bad for ever thinking I had problems. Mine paled in contrast to their lives and I'd log off feeling sad for them. So how do I want to handle THIS blog? Not quite sure. My friends miss me having one on. I keep telling THEM to blog, I'd love to see and read how their lives are going. None of us are getting any younger..we only have the *now* to write things. I have some thinking to do. =) Until then...I'm posting a picture I found online that pretty much describes my thinking lately. So many changes are coming and I've decided to move forward in my life and leave the negative and those who thrive on it...behind. Like I said...we're not getting any younger.