A happiest and merriest of Christmases to all today.
And thank you. Thank you for reading over the past year, and being patient with me, and probably forgiving me when I’ve been brash or harsh or disagreeable. Thank you for anyone who has let me write further– articles, essays, anything. Thank you to anyone who has written me, who has supported me, who has encouraged me when I’m pulling my hair out and crying on the sofa, thinking ‘surely I cannot write anything worthwhile.’
Sometimes I’m not really quite sure why I write on a blog, but at the worst, it is good for me to process and create. And at best, perhaps, someone can feel connected or encouraged or not so alone anymore. Either way, I am grateful for this small space to share, and I am grateful for so so many people.
Anyway, before I get entirely too sentimental, I hope that everyone reading this has a holiday filled with peaceful mornings and sweet evenings. As for me, I’m assured the next week will be lazy, cozy, and warm. The best kind of holiday.
1. Williamsburg colonial at Christmastime
2. Lights in our little home
3. Lazy Lucy darling
4. My sisters and I reciting a poem for our aunt’s 50th birthday. Love all those women more than anything.