Three days before Christmas. Is that right?
Okay. Here's one thing I like about Christmas- sometimes people get together.
Last night after rehearsal at the Opera House, Jan whipped up eggnog and we all sat around and talked for a bit and although we see each other three times a week, it was just nice.
And then I came home and went next door to Ms. Fleur's house for a solstice party and there was a couple there whom I've known for a very long time, whose wedding in fact, I officiated at and I haven't seen them in forever.
And it was GOOD.
It was one of those remeetings where your heart opens because it's been keeping someone close in it and it gives a sigh...oh.
Oh. Here you are again. Well. Yes. I still love you.
And we drank a toast to the man's daddy whose birthday it would have been if he hadn't died and we all cried a little and hugged and we talked about the people who have gone on whom we've loved and we talked about chickens and ducks and dogs and the longest night of the year ended up being way too short.
That's what I like about Christmas. Or, in this case, the solstice.
And now I'm off for a fine, full day of filming and of taking care of my grandson and then tomorrow will be the day I wrap and bring in magnolia leaves and make chicken salad and then it will be Christmas Eve and all of my babies will be here and such sweetness.
I'm too overwhelmed by it all right now to be bitter or angry or resentful or sad.
I am just grateful for the ones in my life that I can get my arms around, the ones far away that I may not be able to, but that mean much to me nonetheless.
And on we go. I hope there is candlelight and love for you, moments of that love and of heart-opening.
And fruitcake, if you so choose.