I am back to this space. Not sure what I am looking for, but looking I am. Feeling the need for expression. For creativity. For a space of my own. For communication. And sharing.
I will start with the simple moments that crept out of this busy season. Reading Christmas stories on the sofa. Making sticker-filled, marker-covered projects for Grandmas and Grandpas. Playing in 1 inch of snow as if it were a verified snow storm. Lots of cocoa. Secretly making gifts for siblings with a random assortment of glitter, glue and reused salted caramel boxes! Sugar cookies with Aunt Jess and Noona. Delicious dinner with the whole family.
There is much that can be overdone at this time of year. Stress over aspects of the holidays that, in reality, are not important at all. I am relieved to learn, once again, that family life can be as complicated or as simple as you would like it to be. Life will throw curveballs, even tragedies, as we were all so horribly reminded of over the past few weeks. But, even during those dark times, we can gift ourselves and others with simple joy. Or simple love. Or simple gratitude.
