Well, it's been a heckuva year with some real kickers at the end, but we've arrived, some of us still standing, at this end of the year celebration of love. I think it's a message the value of which those of all beliefs can appreciate: this is how we are to love, as if we were the other. It's as if, after years of telling us we were to love each other, in exasperation, He just came down and showed us. Here, like this, I love you so much I will be you, experience your pain, your loss, suffer as and for you to example for you how you are to love each other. It's a message that transcends faith.
I've been a bad blogger since Mama and Bel passed, trying to take care of myself and my family. I'm satisfied. It hasn't been perfect, but, despite numerous difficulties, we have arrived at this day prepared to celebrate. We're not a family that has a sweet holiday, metaphorically speaking (it's pretty sweet literally - yum), but there will be practical gifts for everyone to open (gift cards involved, sorry to say). There will be spectacular food, and plenty of laughter. I've had a quiet morning cooking and finishing the wrapping to beautiful Christmas music on the television thanks to PBS. I stayed up wrapping and watched the Vatican Mass and the Pope's incredibly safe homily.
But now there is cooking to do. I've texted the boys to let them know it's time to get moving. There are great joys to having grown children who live close by in their own apartment. Now I want to wish each and every one of my wonderful friends, whether virtual or face to face, the Happiest Holidays ever! My plan is to spend New Year's weekend in New Orleans.
Peace be with each and every one of y'all.
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