The Ghost of Christmas Present

Last night I wrote about how my wife and I were feeling a bit beaten down by the Christmas spirit.

Today was another litany of visitors, friends and family alike.

We had lunch with some of our best homies and talked about vacationing together, because life is short.

Then spent the afternoon catching up with close family friends and their kids.

Followed up by a family walk at sunset.

I even got to sneak out to play a round of disc golf with one of my oldest friends. (Thanks honey!)

But it didn’t even hit me until tonight.

All of this being busy.

All of this added responsibility at work. At home. With family.

The kids. The travel. The cooking. The wrapping. The stocking stuffing.

All of it.

It doesn’t mean we are cursed or hexed or blighted in any way.

Quite the contrary, we are blessed beyond measure.

And in that moment, the true meaning of the holidays this year became clear.

Gratitude.

Gratitude for so much in this life.

And if you are reading this, you are part of what I am thankful for.

I appreciate you sharing this journey with me.

And I already can’t wait for next Christmas.