I decided to get fancy this year and take all my girls, including my dear mother who was in town, on a special date to the fancy version of the Nutcracker at Symphony Hall.
Our friends came too who we love...
I am continually more and more worried about Lucy enjoying all the things she loves as her eyesight continues to diminish. There's so much more emotion wrapped into that seemingly normal statement than I can put into a blog post about the Nutcracker, but as soon as we sat down in our seats Lucy got a little teary because she said she couldn't see the stage.
My heart throbbed with the realization (which keeps coming more and more forcefully all the time) that I have to take that little girl's vision into much deeper consideration as we go about daily "normalcy."
Things aren't going to be so "normal" as we go forward.
And in that split-second realization that she was supposed to be the one who would love this the most (she adores dancing and beauty like this), I realized I better get snap into action.
I ran out to check with will-call to see if they had any seats closer in and explained a little bit about Lucy.
And that sweet woman behind the glass with the kindest eyes told me she'd be happy to comp us two close-up tickets since the show wasn't completely sold out.
So there we were, Lu and I relatively close and personal with that stage full of magic, and I had to stop in my tracks with gratitude as she sat on the very edge of her seat mesmerized, her eyes that are losing power still tracking, still in awe.
Loved that glittery blizzard in that picture up above.
Loved these angels:
I had my mom sit up there closer with Lucy during the second half and they both had a pretty grand time.
Oh how I love that mother of mine, and also all these girls who are so intertwined into my heart.
We walked a Christmas light street one night that won a television "battle of the lights" or something like that last year:
We went to dinner in between a couple of the festivities:
Lucy wrapped up and delivered glasses t-shirts to all her friends who take such great care of her.
Oh how grateful we are for all those who look out for this girl of ours so much. Claire was the big helper up there.
He and the girls worked on some practical jokes...this is one Claire played on him with the quarter and a pencil to make that mark on his face. Ha!
And had a few extra gingerbread-making-gatherings hosted by the girls: