Making Merry and Being Happy

Sorry for the absence, folks. But the children have been here--our daughter and her fiance from London, and our son and his wife for a couple of days. So, I simply absented myself from the world of blogging.

Everyone is gone now, so the house is most quiet.

Christmas was merry. My brother wrote about his recollections of a Christmas trip that sounded like some my husband and I made many years ago. My parents lived in northern Indiana when our son was a little boy. We would make a trip sometime over Christmas, frequently leaving at night and driving all night to get to Nappanee. My husband and I would switch off driving. When we would arrive at my parents' house, my mother would take over caring for our son--her first grandchild--while my husband and I would sleep. I can still recall the dotted white line coming at me, as I closed my eyes.

By the time our daughter was born, Christmases shifted to central Pennsylvania. My parents had moved, and so we split our celebrations between my husband's family and mine.

Now, it is our children who do the traveling--at least that was true this year. We have occasionally traveled at Christmas--last year to London, several years ago to Spain.

Whatever the place, however the means of family gathering--we make merry. And with the new year--we are mindful of how fortunate we are.

My wish for all with the dawn of this new year--that better times are ahead. What else is there to say?