Outside, it's softly snowing. Where my daughter lives, it's also snowing. Right now, neither amount is enough to prevent airplanes from taking off or from landing and I certainly hope it stays that way because tonight I get real hugs and I'm so looking forward to them. It's not that I don't like gifts. I do. A lot. But I have reached that stage in life where I say things like all I want for Christmas is to have everyone at home together while realizing that that - which sounds so simple - will become a harder and harder gift to receive as my children move increasingly into adulthood. Next year, grandbaby will be hugable and not so easily transportable and new traditions will begin.
This corn husk angel is twenty-two years old. It was bought when my daughter was four, in kindergarten, from a craft fair at her school. We went together and then most likely out for lunch. We did that often. The lunch part especially. I've never been much of a shopper although we have plans for lunch and shopping on the 27th and I'm looking forward to that gift too. Time with my daughter.
The presents are wrapped. We'll tuck them under the tree after everyone goes to bed tonight. This morning, Howard and I will give the house a quick clean. He'll make jello salad for tomorrow's dinner. I plan to bake some fresh butter tarts for tonight. After that, we'll sit and read and move slow and just enjoy the day. Late afternoon is church and after dinner it's to the airport. When we get home, both of our sons will be here and our daughter and our son-in-law and our not yet hugable grandbaby. We'll have coffee and a visit and then do it again in the morning with our Christmas traditions. It will all be very familiar and very wonderful, this celebration of faith and family.
This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again.
- John 3: 16
Talk soon - Myrna
Grateful - all of us together