This week has been a blessing. Moments of reflection passing through my mind like a cloud floating across the blue sky on a windy day.
Having all my family visiting has been a lot of things. Chaotic, overwhelming at times, but mostly it has been like finding a valued treasure that has been lost awhile and now rediscovered.
You see many of my family live far away and when we all get together it feels like a child finding a precious lost toy—magical, with so many memories laced within its essence.
I soak up the flavours of each personality. Some are sugary, some spicy, others a blend of something in-between--perhaps like a fine wine, aged just right. Each a unique present just as though they themselves have been wrapped in sparkling gift wrap with bright red bows.
I listen to old stories and laugh as my sister calls to me by my childhood nickname; all the while making new memories to add to my library of golden moments. I burn them in place in memory like a tattoo on the brain—one that may fade slightly, yet always remain.
On days when the sun is faded and my mind wistful and melancholy, I can punch that library card of moments and savor the memories. It renews me like a crackling fire on a cold, wintry day.
Merry Christmas to you and yours on this Christmas Eve. I wish for you the best present life has to offer. That is, to add to your precious collection of memories--the ones that will evoke an extraordinary smile across your cheeks and restore your spirit.