I love you because it’s perfectly imperfect. I love your nose, and how you say I’ll get a right chuckle all while having a whale of a time. I love your art.
Archive for November, 2012|Monthly archive page
It’s been a long time since I’ve logged on. I suppose there has been a reason for that, and a lot of good has happened in my life.
We put up the Christmas decorations this weekend, and I still stand in awe of it all. I love the holiday, but what really surprises me is the life that is emerging amidst all of those decorations. They represent something for me.
I remember a few years back when I sat wondering what I would adorn the walls with, and how I would possibly drag in and set up a christmas tree on my own.
but it happened. i figured it out.
Each year I pluck away at it a little more and it seems this life is coming together nicely now. It feels comfortable, like it fits.
This holiday season, as with every other, I have so much to be thankful for. As I sat thinking of all of these blessings tonight I couldn’t help but smile. There have been several holidays now that I have spent alone, and I think back on those. They are bittersweet, but I know why they were necessary now–to illuminate the joy that was to come.
I’d like to end with one request for this holiday season,
One of my best friend’s husband is dying of terminal cancer. I love her very much, and I would ask that anyone who reads my blog please pray for a miracle. A christmas miracle that will give their family a holiday together, one filled with joy and love, not pain and death. She and her young son deserve this season to be happy and filled with joy–a memory they can hold in their hearts each year as the decorations find themselves adorn the walls. I suspect, just like me, they too will have to make a new life as the seasons go on. It is my prayer that their experience will evolve into one wherein the bittersweet dissipates and illuminates a new joy, not better, just different.
Happy Christmas. a whit.