To The Nurse Who Worked On Christmas Eve

To The Nurse Who Worked On Christmas Eve

This is for them and I want to say thank you.

This year for the holidays the worst thing that happened to me was my flight getting canceled, sitting in the airport for six hours, being stuck on standby, and my parents driving to St. Louis to pick us up in the middle of a snowstorm. With luck and the cheesiest smile I've ever had to give, I was able to get home safely and soundly even if it was a little later than expected.

A huge thank you to my parents on that one--I couldn't imagine my life without them.

But when I was sitting on a bed in the emergency room on Christmas Eve, I realized that that worst thing that happened to me during the holidays wasn't so bad at all. That I was fortunate to have to only experience that. That I was blessed to have parents who would drive to the other side of the state just to pick me up.

When my nurse came to check on me, I was humbled into silence for a minute. It was Christmas Eve. And she had someone out there probably waiting for her to come home, or get off work early, or knowing they wouldn't get to see her that night. She might've had a family or children, or a spouse. She might've had friends or a dog or something she would've rather been doing than working in the emergency room. Because for me, at least I had my family with me that night, I wasn't alone. She was making the ultimate sacrifice and I began to realize how lucky I was to be surrounded by the people I love during the holiday seasons--I wasn't missing anything, or giving up anything, and even if I was stuck in the ER I was happy.

This one is for those heroes--the ones you might forget about sometimes when you aren't personally living with them in your life. The ones who take care of you no matte the day or time. The ones who deserve the world. The nurses, the doctors, the firefighters, the police officers, the dispatch communicators, the veterans fighting in another country. The ones who work the graveyard shifts so they can be with their family during the day and with their children opening presents in the morning. The ones who might not get a lot of sleep, but do it because its what they love and for who they love. The ones who give up their holidays so you can enjoy yours. The ones who might not have anyone to go home to, or are alone this year, and working was the only thing they had planned. The ones who couldn't make it home because they are fighting a war for our freedom. For the ones who are quiet heroes, but make a big difference.

This is for them and I want to say thank you. Again and again and again. Their work might go unnoticed, or unrecognized, or underrated, but not to me. I hope each and every one of them have a healthy, prosperous year, filled with love and family and hope. I can't give them much, and they deserve it all, but this is my thank you to what they do for me, my family, and my community.

Thank you.

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Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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Christmas Of Remembrance Series: My Last Letter

Christmas time is not about the gifts... It is about something far, far more special.


Dear Reader,

Thank you for your time.

This is a series that I have dedicated to those I have loved and lost. It was merely a thought, then an idea, and now a realized creation. Christmas time… all winter really is a hard time for me. It holds this duality in my life of being both my favorite and also my least favorite and difficult time of year. It has been that way for years now.

In a way, this series aids my closure and healing further, and it allows me to tell my story in a way that, to me, is less scary (one of the many great facets of this platform). It was never my intention to write this in order to reach people, or encourage people, or serve as an inspiration to anyone. This was for me and only me. No one else. But, if these pieces of writing do impact someone, somewhere, or make them feel encouraged or inspired in some way or another, or just simply make them feel, then I hope you have enjoyed them. If I can make someone feel, then I guess I have done my job.

The life of an artist is often an uncertain one. The life of a human is a trying one. But life is a journey, and all journeys have their trials. Their tests. Their triumphs and rewards. And they all have their losses. What matters most is what you make of all of it. What lessons you learn. What changes you make. What life you create for yourself. What art you create because of it all. It can be very, very hard. But it can all be glorious at the same time.

At the heart of this series, my words, there is this deep and valuable belief of mine: Christmas (or the Winter Holiday that you may celebrate) is so much more about presents and cooking and shopping and all that other bullshit… it is about family.

The family that is related by blood. The family that surrounds your heart. Your Mom. Your brother. Your dearest friends. The bonds that make life valuable. Worth living. These bonds are soulful bonds, ones that are far more special than any mere trivial object. So… be with them. Forgive. Forget. Heal. Mend what is broken. Reassemble what has been shattered. And stop worrying so much. Laugh together. Cry together. Heal on another. Heal together. And may your new days be better, brighter, and full of love.

Happy Holidays.


A song for you...

"Sense of Home" — Harrison Storm / YouTube

If you liked this series, I invite you to check out my previous article below…

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