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.
Love,
1 comments:
Dont envy you the early morning lack of sleep, but even that will soon be a fond memory!
Thanks for your lovely blog. I so look forward to seeing it pop up on my list.
Wishing you a day filled with good things today and for the coming year much success and happiness.
(Very sorry to learn of your Mother's death. A very difficult time for all daughters. Our relationship with our mothers seems much more complicated than any other in our lives. It takes a while to re-set when she is gone.)
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