Avery and I are on our own again. I dropped my son, the last of the Christmas visitors, at the airport this afternoon. Such a lovely, wonderful, satisfying holiday this was. It's a bit melancholic to see it conclude, but I'm happy to have had the opportunity for a fabulous visit, that my kids have good lives to return to, and that I get to see them again in a week in California. What a blessing to have such beautiful people in my life. How fortunate to feel their connection and love.
In the mean time, the house is returning to normal with linens in the laundry, boxes going into recycling, and so on and so forth. I'm going to give myself the evening off (well, after the laundry finishes), then tomorrow map out the weeks to come on a giant calendar sheet. There's a lot happening in the next several weeks. I'm looking forward to the start of a new year.
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