I cannot remember the last time I made a wishlist for you, but I've been a good girl this year, so here goes my #TopTen list of Ultimate Gifts. For me.
10. More hours in the day. I need more! I need to read, I want to write, I'd like to finish that knitting project from last year, I long to take more photos, and I must have coffee/lunch with my long-lost friends! And I HAVE TO CLEAR ALL THE JELLY! #MakeItHappenSanta
9. Found. I cannot handle yet another lost reusable-container lid, sock mate, glove, or pen. Or my own brain on some days. #FirstWorldProblems
8. Vision. "No, you don't have halitosis. I just can't focus on your face when we're this close." I'd love more time before having to get reading glasses. Take pity upon the fact that all my life I've needed to be up close to see things (because I'm so nearsighted); now having to extend my arms to see clearly is just so wrong. #JustAMatterOfTime
7. Books. Because I actually met my goal of reading 12 books this year, I'd like to read more books that blow my mind. I'd like to swim in words that spark those neurons in my brain into rapid fire. I'd like to travel to another world, into someone else's mind, in another time, all from the works of brilliant writers who use the simple vehicle of words to make that happen. #AndMakeItSeemSoEasy
6. Mental agility. I always remember your name seconds after we part ways. I always remember that vacation experience after about 15 reminders of events that happened. I always remember the scenes of a movie only after having watched it at least a dozen times. (So why is it that I cannot remember to feed the turtle but I can belt out lyrics of Chinese songs from decades ago? The brain works in mysterious ways.) This noticeable decline in brain function after gaining speed down The Hill is a little bit disconcerting, to say the least. This aging business is not pretty, so I'd like to keep this forgetfulness at a minimal-embarrassing level, if you please. #PrettyPlease
5. Inbox fairy. Help wanted: in need of a responsible assistant to delete emails (and blog spam) because who has time? I'm busy bringing INGREDIENTS DOWN TO THE BOTTOM! #WhackAMole
4. Travel. Now that we've gotten a few real road trips under our belts, I'd really love to see more parts of the world (even if they're nearby). The kiddos are now big enough to remember and enjoy our family getaways. Better get them in before they no longer think it's cool. #CreatingMemories
3. Steady flow. Of words. That make sense. For this blog. In 2014. #NotThisSputteringNonsense
2. Patience. I need it when a first grader asks me to tie his shoelaces for the third time in one hour. I need it when I'm battling withdrawal symptoms after the mid-season finale of The Walking Dead. I need it for the sanity of my children and their father. I need it when I'm stuck on Level 161 for the elevetieth week. I need it to get through this week until winter break officially begins! #TheMotherOfAllVirtures
1. Belief. Dear Son, my logical-no-nonsense-proof-required child, has asked me on more than one occasion, "Is Santa Claus real?" He's six, in first grade. (In case you were wondering, the technique of distraction still works on a six-year-old.) Dear Santa, please make your magic stay a little while longer. Please extract any doubt in his mind that you embody the kindred spirit of the holiday season. Please remain in the hearts of children and adults alike, not for the parents' sake, but to honor this time of giving, of family and love, and of childhood memories. (For the record, Dear Daughter still holds you dearly in her heart, whether it's concretely or abstractly, because she has not and probably never will ask The Question. And I love her for that.) #HoHoHo
I clearly wasn't thinking when I thought for a moment to skip the tree this year because our Florida vacation threw off our holiday schedule a bit. Good thing my senses came to me (pretty much when I saw the horrified looks on the kiddos' faces when I made such a criminal suggestion to Dear Husband). The tree is up, and the kiddos had a grand time decorating it, as usual.
So, Dear Santa, thank you for taking the time to read my humble list