Saturday, December 26, 2009

White Christmas

We were a little disappointed when we drove into Denver a few days before Christmas and there was NO SNOW. We thought we had left that behind us. Both the Dude and I grew up in snowy climates and we wanted a white Christmas. Plus Suburbia painted in brown is not a pretty sight. Then a day or two before Christmas it started to snow. A nice fluffy layer covered the earth. Ah, all was right. It was a beautiful Christmas, with everyone in the Dude's immediate family gathered to play games, take pictures of all the grandkids, talk, talk smack, and of course eat. There were only two things that marred the perfection of the time. My mother in law was upstairs in bed sick, and the grandparents couldn't make it over. They were all missed greatly.

Now, today the day after Christmas, we were planning on going and seeing the cabin they are building, but what happens again? Mom is still a little sick (sick enough to need to be hear home) and it's snowing. Ah, well. We can't have it all. Instead we are going to go to Sam's and get our exercise walking around there. Heh, heh. The sidewalks are too slippery right now to walk around here, so we're off to the concrete jungle-gym of the middle classes. And today I am grateful for that chance.

I hope, my dear reader, that you have had a wonderful Christmas, and that you were able to witness your own Christmas miracles. Our week has been full of them, but they are to special to share with the internets. What a beautiful time of year, when we can see the goodness of mankind shine through the rough edges. How grateful I am for the birth of the Savior, and how grateful I am that in our imperfections we still try to celebrate that and serve those around us.

1 comment:

Marge Bjork said...

seven foot snow drifts of miracles