and so that was christmas…
It was a white Christmas, so there was that. There were no cookies, though, baking day having been spent at urgent care with my husband, followed by a home repair emergency.
There were no family visits on Christmas, no going to my parents, and then to my husband’s mother’s, no seeing the siblings all gathered together, no Christmas ham.
But still, it was Christmas.
Ours sons took extra-good care of us, and now we are hoping that this flu doesn’t hit them up.
Things are quiet. There are all-day-long fires and movie marathons and reading marathons.
I read a fabulous book, The Light Between Oceans by M.L. Stedman, it’s a story that will make you cry, about life and love and mistakes and forgiveness.
The day after Christmas was a blizzard. We have 10 inches of white stuff, my little outdoor tree has snow caps that make the fairy lights glow like magic.
It’s almost a new year. 2012 was a mixed bag of ups and downs, nothing terrible for us personally, but many tragedies to mourn in the outside world.
Today, I breathe in the powerful scent of these paperwhite narcissus every time I walk by my kitchen table.
And they smell of hope.
Big, beautiful hope.
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