Christmas might be the sweetest season.
I returned home late yesterday and checked out my mailbox.
I don't recall the last time I received Christmas cards. It might have been close to the original Christmas.
One was from a dear college friend who, when I posted my address in March, took a screenshot. That's thinking ahead. I'd expect nothing less of a fellow UW-Eau Claire Blugold. In the card were photos of her beautiful family.
Another one was from a blog reader -- I'm not naming anyone as I think they deserve their privacy. But how sweet is that, when a complete stranger would track me down and wish me well. The writer also wished well for kid, who's coming to visit soon.
I'd like to say that might heart grew three sizes that night -- but it's already pretty big because of decades consuming the processed and tubed meats.
Needless to say it's weird to feel normal.
Peace and sweetness unto all of you my brothers and sisters.