Hey, Wranglers, tomorrow is Christmas Eve and although I'm writing this on December 19, I'm fairly confident I'll be baking rolls and cookies with Son and Grandboy today. We're flying west to spend the holidays with our kids and I couldn't be more excited or more pleased. I need my kids. It's really just that simple. I have about a three-month limit on how long I can go without spending face time with my Son and I confess, it's way less than that for time cuddling Grandboy.
This year, it's even more vital that I see my kids, that I absorb their love and youth and vitality. You see, it's been a tough fall for me. I lost a close friend, two other dear friends are suffering from cancer, and my precious older sister, Kate, who was diagnosed with an aggressive form of lung cancer in November, just came home on hospice yesterday. You might say I've been sucker-punched by cancer.
Not a happy topic for a Christmas week blog, is it? Sorry about that. But there is light. There's always light. I have so many sweet, sweet memories with my sister--with both my sisters. We've shared lives full of love and fun and family stuff that is ours alone. One of the best is that I come from a family of voracious readers. Until we were all well into our teens, Mom read to us constantly--all the books she loved as a child.
Merry Christmas, Wranglers, and may your new year, and my new year, be filled with joy and peace and wonderful new adventures.
**My precious sister died on Friday, December 19, 2014. I was on the way to read to her when we got the call. So now, Grandboy and I will read Manny and Company in memory of his Great-Aunt Kate, and I will tell him all about her beautiful smile and big heart.