"Enjoy everything." That is how my friend ended her letter to us disclosing her husband's illness. Everything can change in an instant.
"Enjoy everything" are the words I thought of as John and I brought out the Christmas decorations and all the hoopla that went with them. You see, I am not one of those people who loves the Christmas season. John thinks I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. I do not. I just am not sunny by nature and tend toward melancholy. But "enjoy everything" resonated with me.
Was I enjoying polishing the silver platters my mother-in law left to me? Not really, but I thought about how much pleasure I get from seeing these beauties shine with use. My mother-in-law left me some beautiful things--things that she loved but from which she never derived pleasure. They were always safely locked away for special occasions.
I began to think. I leave my things within easy reach and use them all the time. I enjoy them! What a concept.
Am I enjoying the fact that our son is not coming home for Christmas for the second year in a row? Of course not. This just might be the first Christmas Eve in forty years of marriage that John and I are going to be alone.I plan to buy some good smoked salmon and my favorite French Champagne. I'll cook a nice dinner while playing some Christmas Elvis in the background. And I will enjoy the evening.
There are many things in my life that I wish were different; but they're not. But I do know this. I will remember the reason for this season and enjoy the present good health of my family, the laughter of my friends, the warmth of the fireplace and the bounty of food from my kitchen.
Every day I will try to fulfill my friend's wish for me, enjoy everything, because everything can change in an instant.