For today’s post I borrowed the words from Nelsa Roberto,  they express perfectly the reality of being a hockey mom…

My Hockey Mom Prayer

May I find the best route to the hockey arena in rush hour traffic.  May there not be any road closures,  beginner drivers or other stressed out hockey parents in my path.

May The Boy have remembered all his equipment.  May I hold my incredulous yell of frustration back when we’re running late and he tells me that he MIGHT have left his hockey gloves on the floor back home.

First, let me wish you a very happy new year!  May it holds all the promises you are dreaming of xox

I’ve been trying to find my “one little word” for 2013 for some time now.  I wanted a bright and happy word, one that would carry my hopes and dreams, but just couldn’t settle on such a word.  The only one that really stayed with me with was “Quietude”…  It’s definitely what I need in my life at the moment.  To quiet my doubts about my career,  my parenting skills,  my whole life in general.  All I want is a soft,  tranquil,  happy daily life.  Not much I know, but it’s  just enough for me.  

I told you I was getting an Elf on the shelf this year,  to create new and fun traditions in our home.  Here’s a few of Kobe, our Elf having fun and leaving a bit of Christmas magic all around the house. 

How I wish I was on a beach this week…  Not that I don’t like winter or Christmas time,  you know I’m a bit crazy about Christmas.  But the dark weeks before the snow sets in,  everything grey,  cold and muddy really makes me long for warm sand between my toes,  salty air,  fresh seafood and tropical fruits…   So,  instead of booking a flight I turn to my photos and imagine I’m still there…   

I love this time of year!  I really do!  I love the candy canes and glittery ornaments.   I love the warm light the tree spreads across the entire living room.   I love my mistletoe ball hung in the entrance,  everyone has to go under it before leaving the house…  It’s all those little details that make the season magical.   It’s the time I take to  make it happen.   It’s the cookies I bake and the gingerbread we decorate.   It’s the stockings hung on the mantle,  waiting to be filled.   It’s the slowing down and taking it all in…