Beautiful picture … dry your tear! There will be more! To you and yours!!
The picture was taken last night. Part of a family tradition that Grandma started years and years ago — Grandma sends her gifts which they open on Christmas Eve. It’s always pajamas. The ritual never grows old, and has travelled with us as we moved from city to city, and from house to house, chasing a Life.
It’s 5 a.m. It’s silent now, but for the high winds howling outside my window. The moment reminds me of their younger days, when we lived in much smaller quarters.
“We call out good night to each other down the hall. How beautiful, the way that children sleep so deeply and peacefully that their parents’ voices do not wake them.” (Elizabeth Alexander, “The Light of the World: A Memoir.”)
I sit, writing this post. It’s quiet but for my breathing. A tear slides down my cheek.
Martin Amis said that “
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It Is What It Is 
So beautifully poignant Doc My apartment is quiet except for the movies on Hallmark, playing for the umpteenth time this year, and yet I haven’t seen any of them through. Movies are the best sleep aid I’ve ever found, and the more I want to see the movie the movie the more often I drift off.
Merry Christmas..
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Good morning, dear friend … hope you’re warm and comfy!! FL is a bit cold for our usual. Quiet and calm! Cooking smells from the kitchen! Yet … bittersweet!!! Tight hug! ❤
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A friend is bringing me dinner this year. That has always been my way, but this year I’m giving myself a day off from kitchen duty, I;ll contribute the fruit salad I made yesterday and just chill out — oh waitl I’m already chilled so I;ll spend it under the new soft fleece my son broufht me yesterdayl
I will be so glad when the virtual hugs are over and some real bone crushers can be enjoyed again. Sending you virtual hugs today.
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