Christmas Eve
December 24, 1988
Boyd, Texas
… Although I didn’t know it at the time. And yet somehow I did. Dreaming tonight of magical Christmas eves gone by, of looking out this window at Nano and Grandad’s house, of waiting for Santa, and feeling so, so loved. I am flooded with gratefulness for the beautiful memories of so much love and laughter, and for the souls who have passed that I was so blessed to call mine. Whispers on the wind now, colliding with the sounds of the present evening, inspire me to treasure tonight’s Christmas eve, and the next, and the next, and all the rest. For they are the memories of tomorrow.
Merry Christmas out there, Friends.
All my love…