I practically live for double entendres.
I love traditions especially the ones of December. But traditions, like life, have a way of changing. You can hold on for dear life or you can update.
A group of us do a cookie exchange every year. We make and then take 12 dozen cookies each. It is always weird to me that others will say What on earth are you going to do with 12 dozen cookies?
That is a dumb question.
I am thankful for
and paths that change in seasons
and people who I have known a lifetime
and people I am only getting to know now
and difficulty (not too much at once please)
and family – every last one of them from the littlest to the biggest and the newest to the oldest-
and the way we are like each other and the way we are not
and crackling fires
and stacking wood together to loud music
and unconditional love
and cocktail hour
and old cheddar
and the morning’s first cup of coffee
and life’s surprises that don’t hurt
and irony and sarcasm and humour
and jeans that stretch
and that moon.
And homemade soup.
and rich cake
and taking stock.
And that moment when you have to do something hard and you are so nervous and the one after, when you are through it.
And my daughters who do everything better than I do
This one, here – who will be singing at Safari this week – 3 consecutive sets starting at 7 pm. Join me please- I will be the one in the corner crazy excited. She will be there every Thursday but the kick off will be the most exciting. Message me if you can join us.
And you, the readers of my blog. Every one of you.