Our House is Always Open...

On Christmas Eve, our house is always open. We enjoy the family and friends who drop by during the day. There's always a lot of laughter, a lot of people and a lot of food. We just finished making a very large dish of tiramisu', the dressing for the tomatoes and mozzarella and whatever else we could do in advance. It's a lot of fun, and since Christmas began with a young mother-to-be for whom there was no room in the inn, it seems like the right day of the year to open the door to our home. We're grateful that we can.

Really, this year, we have a whole lot to be thankful for. This time last year, my sister was recovering from very serious brain surgery. She was home from the hospital but doesn't remember us being there for Christmas last year. This year is different. She played the organ for her church this morning, and her son-in-law accompanied her on the violin. This year, no one in our family is in the hospital, and several scary diagnoses have in the end turned out well. Everyone has a job. Everyone has a place to live. Everyone is either doing what they love to do or has the opportunity to improve their situation. No one is mad or estranged from the family. And, I'm so aware that none of these things are something we've earned or somehow deserve-we're lucky, and keenly aware that this time next year, I could be writing a very different post, or none at all.

So, if you're in Macon tomorrow, our door is open. And, if not, we wish you a very, merry, Christmas!

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