As hubby and I snuggle our captured child, I find myself mentally plucking at memories like so many leaves in the wind. My "baby" boy is almost eight years old and Miss M. is a teenager. How did this happen? When did this happen? Too fast.
It also occurs to me that this is my first Christmas without my own parents. (My dad died in 2010 and my mom, this past February.) There are a few moments of “poor me” before I remember the words I heard at a church service last night:
It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.
As I let that phrase sing to me, I feel incredible gratitude take over.
I am truly blessed to know some of the most amazing, talented, loving, funny, smart, insightful, beautiful people on the planet. At the end of the day, it’s not about what I have or even what I get to do. It’s about the people I get to know.
At the risk of going into “I love you man!” territory, I must say that I’m a pretty flippin’ lucky gal.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart and a very Merry Christmas to all.