I love Christmas and New Year's.
I love the celebration and remembrance of where we were: family, 2008... and the birth of a Child. It is simple and complex all at once, a representation of why we are how we are. I love the potential these holidays have to clear the air ... acknowledging what has gone wrong and what has gone right. But most of all, I love the hope that follows. I love the hope that our families will carry on despite (or because of) the drama. I love the resolution and determination of a brand new year. I love the hope of Easter and redemption. I also love the lights and the cheer and all the more tangible things we always talk about when we generally talk about Christmas.
This is nice in the moment. I don't always remember. My mind and heart are bumped around by living in this world, and by people who don't have the same priorities. I have to remember when hard things happen and things don't turn out as I planned that there is Hope.
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