My best present is curled up in the next room reading a book. Having my daughter with me both Christmas Eve and Christmas day, is a treat. Even when she was little, her holiday was divided between me and her father, which we thought was fair. Only a couple of years ago, did I realise she wanted to stay home. As she said, "I didn't think I had a choice." (note to parents--look for what your children don't tell you.)
And then there are the years that neither of us can travel to the country where the other is living. Phone calls, emails and now Skypes are not the same as having her in hugging distance.
I sometimes envy parents whose grown children live in the same city or same area. On the other hand, I am lucky to have been blessed with knowing this kind and wonderful woman and sharing so much even after she left my roof (or rather I moved the roof and she began her own life).
Thus my walking-talking Christmas gift keeps on giving me great waves of happiness not just for two days, but for my lifetime.
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So much of what you write in your blog echoes in my own life. You say it well. May the new year bring good health, may the waves of happiness remain, and may your spirit stay strong.
Here, here! Lovely post.
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