I'm off this morning for my fifth annual visit with St. Casserole. The snow appears to be scanty; I'll be safely on the Gulf Coast before the big storm comes to wallop City By the Sea.
This year I couldn't get my three children in a picture together until one "happened" on December 23rd. My oldest is a grown-up, and maybe shouldn't be on my Christmas card anymore. But this card in paper form is for the people who don't know us on the Internet on a practically daily basis. This card is for my parents' living friends and for the archives here at home, a marker that #1 Son had his first head shots as a grown-up actor, that Snowman graduated from high school, that Light Princess seemed grown up, too, and that we became a one-dog family this year, an adjustment for all of us, Sam included.
The missing and missed face matters, too. This Christmas there were enough chairs and sofa spots for everyone because Molly no longer owned the armchair.
Wherever you are today, I hope you're safe, looking ahead to the New Year with hope, appreciative of the good things in your lives and able to be honest about the ones that aren't so great. It's just a number, the date on the calendar, but we may as well make the most of the opportunity to see where we are and remember who and what matters most to us.
And maybe in 2010, we'll get a scanner from the 21st century…
Happy New Year,