In the stillness of dawn slipping across the night sky, I sit in the quiet of my home, surrounded by twinkling lights and festive packages all piled up under the tree.
Yesterday my daughters and I went to have our photos taken -- it was their birthday gift to me. What a wonderful day! We laughed and teased -- oh don't wear that mummy, it looks too..... frumpy? Maybe a different colour of lipstick, something less.... red perhaps. We posed in front of the photographer, me with them, them alone, the two of them together. The photos are awesome. They're already hanging on my living room wall.
While waiting for the ones we chose to be printed, we stopped for a coffee and ran into a friend I haven't seen in years. The last time he saw the girls, they were about 3 and 4 -- he definitely noticed a difference! He remarried about two years ago -- to the man he'd left his wife for fifteen years before. It was a tumultuous time. We used to run together. He'd pour his heart out as our feet pounded the pavement and I would listen and not know what to say to help ease his aching heart. The burden of coming out, the pain of watching his kids pull away in their confusion and angst. It was a sad time, and now, his daughter has five sons and his two sons are working and thriving in their lives. With his partner, his life is a rich and vibrant tapestry of love, laughter and joy. We sat and sipped our lattes, laughed and chatted, caught up on happenings and old friends. They're going to come for Boxing Day celebrations. Their presence will be a wonderful surprise for the friends who are coming over who also haven't seen him in years.
And thus, I must run. Tomorrow C.C.'s kids are coming for dinner and then on Christmas Day we'll be 16 people gathered around the table. Boxing Day we're 20 -- lots to do. Have to move the dining room to the living room and living room to dining room. Have to finish wrapping, get my cookbooks out and make a list, check it a hundred and twenty times to ensure I don't miss something.
I love this time of year. Love the fellowship, the music, the lights, the candles. The festive bows and crinkly paper. I love the laughter, the good times spent with friends, old and new, the quiet times spent alone with just the one I love.
May your day be filled with love and laughter. May the anticipation of Santa's arrival and the lighting of the candles in celebration of that special moment be filled with joy and peace.
Merry Christmas!
Yesterday my daughters and I went to have our photos taken -- it was their birthday gift to me. What a wonderful day! We laughed and teased -- oh don't wear that mummy, it looks too..... frumpy? Maybe a different colour of lipstick, something less.... red perhaps. We posed in front of the photographer, me with them, them alone, the two of them together. The photos are awesome. They're already hanging on my living room wall.
While waiting for the ones we chose to be printed, we stopped for a coffee and ran into a friend I haven't seen in years. The last time he saw the girls, they were about 3 and 4 -- he definitely noticed a difference! He remarried about two years ago -- to the man he'd left his wife for fifteen years before. It was a tumultuous time. We used to run together. He'd pour his heart out as our feet pounded the pavement and I would listen and not know what to say to help ease his aching heart. The burden of coming out, the pain of watching his kids pull away in their confusion and angst. It was a sad time, and now, his daughter has five sons and his two sons are working and thriving in their lives. With his partner, his life is a rich and vibrant tapestry of love, laughter and joy. We sat and sipped our lattes, laughed and chatted, caught up on happenings and old friends. They're going to come for Boxing Day celebrations. Their presence will be a wonderful surprise for the friends who are coming over who also haven't seen him in years.
And thus, I must run. Tomorrow C.C.'s kids are coming for dinner and then on Christmas Day we'll be 16 people gathered around the table. Boxing Day we're 20 -- lots to do. Have to move the dining room to the living room and living room to dining room. Have to finish wrapping, get my cookbooks out and make a list, check it a hundred and twenty times to ensure I don't miss something.
I love this time of year. Love the fellowship, the music, the lights, the candles. The festive bows and crinkly paper. I love the laughter, the good times spent with friends, old and new, the quiet times spent alone with just the one I love.
May your day be filled with love and laughter. May the anticipation of Santa's arrival and the lighting of the candles in celebration of that special moment be filled with joy and peace.
Merry Christmas!
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