We recently spent a few hours around the campfire. It was fun and slow and encouraging.
And then Shauna Niequist sent these words to my inbox and they resonate deep.
You know how there are times when, despite your very best intentions, you miss the most important parts? You let yourself get busy and frantic, you let the tasks and to-do lists obscure everything else? I’ve done that a thousand times, at least—it’s basically my specialty. I remember crying big tears our first Christmas here, telling Aaron I felt like I was supposed to be some mystical cross between an elf and a Costco, and I was failing at both.
I’ve missed all sorts of the most important moments over the years because I get so overwhelmed by all the things to do/buy/carry/make/handle/wrap/etc etc etc… but here’s the gift: I didn’t miss it this year.
I felt it in my bones, held it against my heart. I said no to a lot of things, very intentionally, and I held a lot of space for snuggles by the tree, slow mornings, walks around the neighborhood, baking and listening to music with the kids. The city is so beautiful during the holidays, and the traditions we’ve built over the years are really precious to me. And I didn’t miss it. I was all the way here, all the way inside the miracle and beauty of it. I tasted it and smelled it, held it in my hands. And I’m so profoundly, deeply grateful.