Holidays on steroids
My mom’s birthday is coming up on December 28th – I was thinking about her as I was walking around the park this morning with Loca and admiring the winter landscape. The lagoon was so high you couldn’t see the cypress knees and the trees were somewhat denuded so you could see across to the other side.
I always think about my mom the most in winter – her birthday, the holidays.
Last night, we went to the Esplanade festival and brought Tin in the Santa outfit that his Aunt Nancy gave him for Hanukkah. Did he look adorable in it – GOOD LORD – everyone wanted to hold him, kiss him, take a photo of him.
Wow – why on earth does such profound sorrow and joy get doled out together. I’ve barely had time to grieve my mom and Tin is making me cry tears of joy every day. Meanwhile, it’s really starting to hit T that my mom is gone and she is grieving at the same time she is discovering Tin.
No doubt this year is ending on a high note, but what a year it has been starting with Arlene passing back in April, it is has been how low can you go to how high can you fly.
