Love makes you ache. Love can be but is not often a happy feeling.
My father shaved off his mustache to play Santa Claus for my cousins' kids at the family Christmas Eve party. It was weird.
My little brother is probably going to serve as a missionary for the LDS church. I really cannot say, yet, what I think/how I feel about this. I am obviously conflicted, but if it's something he truly wants to do, then I will support him.
However, if he goes, this will be our last Christmas with everyone for two years. The thought of that makes me pretty sad.
- a quiet Christmas night snowfall
- intimate conversations with brothers and sisters
- giving and receiving thoughtful gifts
- cooking together
- eating together
- playing, laughing, living, together
- December rain falling like a fine mist
I have been wanting to reconnect with people who knew me when I was younger, like high school classmates. I am a lot different from the girl I was then. I know that girl is still a part of me, but there is so much more now, too. I think I have been failing to acknowledge her, though, in the woman I've become. And also I'm obviously interested in seeing the people others have become, as well.
And finally, though it sounds obvious, some things really are more important than others.
Peace be with you.