Quiet
This week has been insanely busy with an extra child to watch (Tabitha!) and holiday preparations in order (lots of Ball jars to fill). That said, things feel remarkably quiet after last month. Too quiet. Like there’s a big gaping hole in our family. Someone is missing, truly. We all miss her so much, but my mom misses her most of all. I’m quite sure of it.
We are gearing up for our little family celebration of the solstice on Monday. Filling stockings, lighting windows, planning our meal for the darkest night. We’ll open grandparent gifts for Christmas and still have quite a few to get in the mail! Sophie and I have a date tomorrow to see the “Coconutcracker,” a local production of her recent obsession. I figure we’ll see the “real” thing next year. Then Sunday we’re off to shop and visit our local organic farm, whose growing season us just beginning in this weird topsy-turvy climate of ours. John icicle lights on the porch have brought us reasonable temperatures in time for the first of winter. We’ll have pics to share, but if we don’t blog until . . . Happy Solstice, Happy Hannukah, Happy Christmas, happy all of it. Every last bit of it.
