Compassion

Sometimes I wonder about other people's level of emotion and compassion and often times I have to remind myself that just because other people interpret emotions differently and are different from me doesn't make them wrong or me right. I try not to judge. I am a very emotional and compassionate person by nature. Just this morning on my way to work I got teared up because it is very cold outside and I saw multiple people waiting for the bus. I felt compassion for them because they were standing out there and I had the convenience of driving my car. Surely this is not normal I thought. And no I am not pregnant nor is it "that time of the month." I have always as long as I can remember been a nurturing, care taker type of person and so for me when someone is not that type of person it is sort of foreign to me. I just had someone that I haven't really had any contact with in about ten years tell me "you were always that type of person to take care of me." That's nice to hear, but sometimes being compassionate and nurturing and empathetic and really emotionally involved in how your friends treat you and respond to you can be exhausting. I often over analyze email responses, voice messages, and conversations when half the time what the person said is really what they meant and there is nothing to read into. AHHH. Well I recently saw on a friends facebook page an article about the "hyper sensitive person." I read it. It describes me well, although I am not completely hyper sensitive I am a little over sensitive. So what does this post mean for me, I don't really know.
I guess I'm kind of just thinking out loud I felt the need to document it. I might be wasting your time by you reading this because really there is no climax or ending to this story. I think being overly emotional and compassionate at time reaps it's rewards too because at least I'll never look back in life and think I wish I had been more invested in this or that or I wish I was more emotionally involved in my family's life. I take caring, nurturing, and loving seriously.

It's Christmas time in the city!!!

At my house I like to start celebrating Christmas early. I remember as a kid we always stayed at my Grandparents house the weekend after Thanksgiving and we put up all of my Grandma's decorations. My Grandpa would then come home from hunting camp and hang the outside decorations. I wish that I had asked for more of the lights and ornaments but when my grandparents passed away I was in college and didn't know what I would do with them. So anyway I'm glad now that I at least have my Grandma's nativity set and we have a set of Wes's grandmother's bubble lights!

This past weekend we went got our Christmas tree. When we got home on Saturday night we were starving and it was already 8 pm so we decided to wait until Sunday morning to bring the tree in and put it up. Airlie was napping when we did this and when she came out to see the tree in the living room she really got excited. It was such a sweet sight to see. I put a box of ornaments that are unbreakable together for her to hang, however she wants to just keep them in the box. She looks at each one individually and then puts them back in her box. She is very particular about them. Too cute. She also at first wanted to grab and hit every ornament on the tree in excitement so we taught her to use one finger and touch, as Mam-Mam tells her. She is doing alright. We had a really fun weekend together, Wes had off three days, we got the tree, did a little bit of shopping, cooked some yummy soup, went to church and really just enjoyed being a family. That saying that everything is better when you see it through the eyes of a child is so true, especially when it's your own sweet little girl. I love my family and I LOVE the miracle of Christmas!