The year is puttering to a stop. I see it in the drip-dried sky, its color and energy already spent on younger days, in the slow topple of routines as we roll into this final holiday stretch, in this gingerbread haze clinging to the silhouette of bare branches. We’re saying our final goodbyes to 2012, and I’m eager for whatever’s next, for the wide empty margins of an untouched year.
But first, there are snickerdoodles to be eaten, fuzzy Christmas Eve pajamas to be unwrapped, and stories to be read in a family heap on the couch… snowy trails to conquer and resolutions to dream up, husbands to kiss and little ones to snuggle under a rain of fireworks.
Wherever you are and however you’re spending this last week of 2012, I wish you warmth and peace and a treasure trove of golden moments lighting your way forward.
P.S. – Because, how could I not?