dec 1st. i love december. i love everything about it. the hot apple cider. the scent of christmas, the cinnamon potpourri. the making of christmas lists, and the wrapping of gifts. the surprises. the anticipation. unwrapping each antique ornament that we’ve collected over the years from its white tissue wrapping and decorating the tree while listening to the charlie brown Christmas cd. we do it every year. i love little tiny charlie brown christmas trees. i love this season. love it.
i’ve made it to december. all is good.
i’ve been so blessed these last couple of weeks. i’ve been reminded that even in difficult times, there lies a seed of strength in each of us that is being born and reborn again. i’ve also been reminded of my friendships that hold me up. phone calls to check in. unexpected care packages. cards in the mailbox. these small things mean so much.
i’ve spent most of the week catching up with john, on the phone with friends, quiet time with myself, and work. i am feeling a sense of routine and it feels good. and i just love this time of year.