“It is a miracle if you can find true friends, and it is a miracle if you have enough food to eat, and it is a miracle if you get to spend your days and evenings doing whatever it is you like to do, and the holiday season—like all the other seasons—is a good time not only to tell stories of miracles, but to think about the miracles in your own life, and to be grateful for them.”
— Lemony Snicket, The Lump of Coal
I kicked off my 2nd annual Christmas extravaganza this week, with tacky sweaters, Shiner Cheer, and maybe a few technical difficulties (let’s just say we ended up watching Bride and Prejudice). It was an excellent night, and it made me appreciate more and more the amazing ladies I have in my life. Who knew I could be so lucky?
My cousin Mandy surprised me by coming into town today. We got dinner and caught up on family drama and everything else in between. My heart hurts even more thinking about being so far away from family for work. The holidays just seem to magnify this. Things just don’t seem to be falling into place, and I can only hope time is on my side (and if it isn’t, I must settle for taking advantage of every moment I have left).