So many things that I want to tell you. Tell somebody. Anybody.
So I don't forget.
For instance, the morning we put up our half tree. John's interest in the scientific workings of the German Christmas Pyramid that sits atop our table. Sam's hugs.
Our nightly rituals. Our arguments. Our days of questioning, contempt, humor, forgiveness.
Advent is a time of waiting. A time when it is acceptable--for once--to watch and see what life brings. To be curious about how confusing or wonderful it all is. To notice.
But I can't just notice. I also want to record it, save it somehow. Put down in writing what whirs past me each day. To say all the stuff that puts flesh on the bones of my character, even when it feels more like a tearing down.
I feel a New Year's Resolution coming on.
More observing, more writing, less judgment.
Yeah, that's it.