HOW PLANS CAN CHANGE

Hubby and I had planned on getting up Thursday morning and leaving for Arkansas to spend Christmas with K and family. But, on Tuesday, my sister called and said that my mother had fallen and broken her hip early that morning and would have surgery the next day.

My mother will be 94 years old in March and I was afraid she might not make it through the surgery. So, hubby and I decided to go ahead and leave on Wednesday morning to be with her at the hospital. We did not make it in time for her surgery, because it is a 9 hour trip to Oxford Ms. where she was having the surgery. We got a hotel room and spent the night and was able to spend most of the next day with her.

She came out of the surgery fine or as well as could be expected of an 93 year old woman. But, my niece told me that when she woke up that she asked where she was and they told her she was in a hospital and that she just had surgery. She said that she had lived 93 years and had a hard life and she was ready to go. She was hoping to not make it through the surgery.

When she fell early that morning at the nursing home, she screamed and screamed until she could not scream anymore. No one heard her. Then she took the metal trash can in her bathroom and beat on it until someone heard her. Her hand and arm is a solid bruise. She is and always has been a tough lady.

We left on Thursday to go back to Little Rock to spend Christmas with K and family. We arrived around six on Thursday night and T arrived about an hour later. K had a big pot of tortilla soup cooking for us. It was so good.

OUR CHRISTMAS.........................................................

Our tradition every since ours kids were little was to go to a movie and then out to eat pizza on Christmas Eve. We started this tradition because we lived so far away from our family and could not celebrate with them. So, we continued that tradition this Christmas Eve by all of us going to Pizza Hut. Abby enjoying her sprite. She only gets sprite on special occasions.



Back home on Christmas Eve deciding she needs to take more ornaments off the tree.

This is Christmas morning. A came out and sat in her chair and ask her mom if it was hers. She kept saying all mine. Her mom had to keep reassuring her that it was all hers.

Playing with the kitchen set that Aunt T gave her.

Another tradition of ours has been eating pancakes on Christmas morning after all the gifts have been opened. Pap-pa does the cooking. A sure enjoyed hers.

The chair that momo and pap-pa gave her.

Eating Christmas cookies made by her other grandmother.

We ended up traveling 1250 miles this Christmas. But, we had a good Christmas, even though things didn't go as planned. Christmas is always more fun when seen through the eyes of a child.