The ham was perfection, the sweet potatoes velvet in their jackets. The Kid cleaned up and so did my father in the gift department. We were honored with a guest this year who exceeded wildest expectations with charm, grace, and wit. We remembered those we have lost, and watched the young glow electric.
My fifth happiness of the season is my family. My son, of course, and my mother and father. My cousins near and far, my aunts and uncles, too. The single parents who call me friend, and the single father who takes the time to teach my son the things I cannot, about baseball and being a man. The single mother who drops me a line from the left coast just to see how I’m doing. The married families who have adopted us into their fold. The counselors at my son’s camp who make such a big difference in his life. His teachers and the children who love him at school, and who teach him how to get along in a big world. The people at work who support me and help me do the big jobs. And you. Faithful readers, some of you still here since the very beginning. I think the world of you.
Much love, and may your feet always climb the path to peace.
–Christina, the SoloMother