Once, a bookstore opened early, just for me. For two hours, I sorted through the stacks of what I consider old friends, finding treasure and adventure in yellowed, loved pages.
In what feels like another life, I walked into a tiny dive bar and everyone shouted, "Fiji!" Because that was the country I was representing, and it was time for some fun.
I've had moments. I have had times and adventures not to be believed (Italy, what can I say?). I have seen marvels too important to photograph, because the moment was more magic than substance and to break that was a sacrilege I refused to perform.
I'm four weeks out of surgery. I get exhausted easily, and find the diet I've been asked to follow pretty challenging.
I'm finishing up Christmas presents. Some made, some bought, some packed to travel, on their way around the globe. As I wander through my days, hoping that rest and daily efforts to handle more of my previous routine, I still find wonder and magic all around me.
Selfish Confession - I am hoping that, for Christmas, Santa brings me moments instead of presents. Moments of unexpected delight, of affection and companionship. I hope I give moments of gratitude and appreciation to all the wonderful people in my world, who've checked on me every week (Alissa), who did everything to be as present for me as possible (even across the Atlantic Ocean, Jen?) and whose constancy remains the cornerstone on which I balance my crazy life.
For Christmas this year, I certainly hope that if your heart screams "Let me be someone's Princess!" that you are crowned richly in the love and adoration of your kith and kin. Should the word, "Princess," not leap into your vocabulary as "What I Want To Be This Christmas," I sincerely hope your desired appellation (completely positive - no negative Nellies or Murderer's Row) finds you happy, healthy and adored by all who love you.
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