Three years in a row now I've spent Christmas in either a funeral home or a hospital room. Obviously not for myself, in the case of the funeral home.
I do a lot of whineing in my life.
And yes, I'm a little too emo for my own good.
But sitting here, in a hospital room on christmas day, I'm content.
I'm content because everyone is going to be ok.
I'm content because I get to watch my husband who really is at his very best when he's needed.
I'm content because at the end of the day, it's not about where you are but about who you are with.
So no emo mood music today. No depressing rants. Just a deep contentment that everything is going to be ok.
In the end, that's all that matters.