by Karen Elizabeth Rigley
About 3 AM Sunday morning, I took a tumble down the stairs. Not that I’m terribly graceful at the best of times, but this happens to be an extraordinarily bad time to be a klutz. It’s just about ten days to Christmas.
Don’t have my shopping done. Nor baking. Forget wrapping. Thank goodness I had just finished my tree and decorations, including hauling all the boxes down to the basement, then stashed away – mere hours before my mishap.
Already missed my little Lexi’s first-ever Christmas concert. That was harder on me than the fall. Fortunately, she has one more and I am determined to see that. A party scheduled at my house has been moved. Parties, concerts, shopping, suddenly transform to huge challenges.
Even trying to clean the house or carry something from one room to another turns into an obstacle. Or up and down the stairs. It’s hard enough to get me up and down those stairs.
Yet, with my broken ankle came a tumble of blessings. My family, friends and neighbors are rallying around me and I’m so touched and grateful. I couldn’t begin to list all the wonderful thoughtful things they’ve done or prayers and get well wishes they offer.
Yes, breaking my ankle is a bummer, but I am so lucky and blessed and feel very loved. Thank you all for everything. You have made this Christmas special.
May the peace and joy of the holiday season light your heart all year.