Saturday, December 23, 2017

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

W. H. Davies

He left early, eager to get home. We enjoyed a sweet afternoon, evening, and early morning visit with our son who is now en route home for Christmas. I love him and his soft heart; such a treat to see him (and deal with his shenanigans).

When I woke this morning one of the first things I did—as I always do upon waking—is bring to mind what’s on the agenda for the day. This morning I found . . . nothing. No thing. Nothing. Woo hoo!

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Simple happy.

Early morning Mom and Michael time.

Butter tarts.

A day with no must-do activities.

Leftovers in the fridge = no cooking tonight.

Christmas carols on Sirius XM making the horrible traffic in town yesterday bearable.

The woman in the foyer at Safeway playing Christmas music on a violin when I was going in, and on a guitar as I was going out.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.
2 comments
  1. Wishing you the most beautiful Christmas ever, Linda; one that overflows with the gorgeous silent gifts of the holiday. And maybe a few unexpected delights sprinkled in!

    1. Merry Christmas, Mary Jo! May your days be merry and bright and rich with God’s love.

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