The marathon is completed for another year and I’m both happy and sad to be home in the quiet again. I always start Christmas morning with Dtr. #3, then go a couple of miles up the street to #1 and after lunch there, I head up to Chapel Hill to the home of #2. It is so much fun to see the children’s excitement and feel their energy and love. I am extraordinarily well-fed on Christmas Day, a lovely meal at each daughter’s home. It’s now 4:00 pm a day later and I’m still not hungry. But I’m just tired enough to appreciate the opportunity to read and rest and even to take a nap.
This was a holiday of giving and receiving scarves and sweaters as if we all want to swathe each other in all the good things that will sustain us until next year. I know that’s how I feel about my loved ones and I sense the same from them. It’s not just physical warmth but love and kindness and support and a shoulder to lean on when needed. It’s happiness and joy and freedom from strife. It’s health and enough wealth to pay the bills. It’s peace and sharing with the less fortunate. It’s forgiving and accepting forgiveness. It’s whatever we need to be happy.
I’m happy to be here, now, the person that I am, with all manner of possibilities stretching out on the road ahead of me. And I’m happy to have you to help me along.