Each year at Thanksgiving I bring this journal out and re-read the entries from years past. I am reminded once again of the great gifts we have been given even as we've suffered the inevitable losses of living in this world.
We've rejoiced at the marriage of our son and my brother and at the births of six grandchildren. Twice we've woken the day after Christmas to find snow falling. We've gathered on Thanksgiving in five different homes, all of them warm and inviting and full of love. Family members have been diagnosed and treated for cancer, have undergone and healed from surgery, have graduated from high school and college. Our children have moved to new homes. Our son graduated from law school, our son-in-law took the bold step of going back to school to become an orthodontist, our daughter will graduate in May with a Master of Library Science degree. We've grieved the loss of both of Hal's parents and my father. We've made the decision to focus on the gift of presence rather than presents. As the years have passed so swiftly, we have found comfort in our traditions while embracing new ones. We have been strengthened and blessed by our love for one another. We look forward with hope to what the new year will bring.
I only wish that I had started this journal many years ago.
Blessings to all of you in this new year!