This Christmas, unlike many, was spent with my children and grandchildren, unfortunately not all of them. Our second born, Nick, and his family weren’t able to make it. It reminded me of the Biblical story of the lost lamb and the shepherd going out in the dark of night to find it. I, too, wanted to go out and bring that child home, but sometimes obstacles are too big to overcome. Or, as I like to say, real life does interfere with a good time.
Yet, with small children around, you can’t stay sad for long and our delayed Christmas came to be amid the ripping of gift wrap and squeals of unqualified joy, we were all united with the material gifts as well as the gift of love renewed. We felt like a family which I haven’t felt since the loss of our husband and father. The warmth of it all stole over me as though a blanket leaving a peace and comfort long forgotten. Quite simply, we were content to just be together. The good in life is definitely worth waiting for.
Perhaps, this will bode well for the new year or, pessimistically, perhaps, it will only gird us for a bumpy road. Truthfully, it really doesn’t matter since at the end of it all whether rough or smooth, we will be there together, united in that unit known as a family. Wherever we are is home.