|Ok, Teresa too. My little girls.|
We went to the morning Mass, and then came home to take our annual Christmas photo before changing into comfy clothes and opening presents. That picture has circulated plenty among friends, but I'll post it again here for the record:
|The Janaros, Christmas 2013|
Even in difficult times, this day in December has a hold on us. It won't allow us to lose our sense of wonder.
But as we grow older, the celebration of Christmas is more and more filled with memories that are precious and tender but also irrevocably past. People who shaped this day for many years are no longer part of it. The present time, and (God willing) the times to come will bring fresh memories, but we become more aware of how fragile they are.
It is not so much that we learn to take nothing for granted. Rather, we learn that everything is granted. Everything is a gift. We pass through life, through time and pain and aching loss. Past memories and present suffering can cause us to weep, and we learn how poor we are in front of one another.
All of our gifts and all the efforts of our love fall short, and we cannot calm each other's restlessness.
Still our present moments and our memories have a warm glow like garland when we remember that they reflect the light that is leading us home.