sounds like a great Southern time. :)
I was not so upset that he didn't come on Christmas, but he didn't even call or text that day to say he wasn't coming. So I kept checking my phone all day for messages or texts. And then he never responded to my text at all yesterday. Kind of a deja vu of when he was in the Army, and then living out in Texas, oh and when he lived in Mass, well you get my drift. Meh, kids. Having him here every day for a year spoiled me. (and THAT was TOO much of a good thing! Ya can't please me!!)
But as for the tears, I generally save them all up for months. This little episode was a doozy. I'll be fine though I'm sure. "Tears are liquid prayers" as I often say.
Nope I didn't go to church but I watched online. I plan to go tonite. Where I'd just gotten over the "flu" or whatever it was, I knew I didn't have the stamina for 3 services plus 2 choir practices plus picking up 2 people twice, which is my normal Sunday. Even on a normal Sunday it is exhausting. I'm not complaining; I enjoy it, it was just a little much for today.
Thank you for being my sounding board! (or should I say "captive audience," lol)