It's funny how memories can just make my heart soar. I bought a $3.99 jug o' wine today. Rose table wine. It's the kind we used to drink at my grandparents on Thanksgiving. It was my first taste of wine and I remember feeling very grown up, pouring myself a glass (or styrofoam cup, more likely) when I was finally of age (or close). So I'm sipping a glass tonight, drinking its sweet, cheap goodness. Remembering putting puzzles together with my cousin and aunt. Playing my grandmother's organ. Eating all of the delicious food, made with love.
Holidays bring such joy to our home. I feel so, so blessed that it is so. I think of people who are lonely, cold, hungry. Instead of mourning that or feeling guilty, I choose to feel blessed and be thankful. I choose to do the little things that I can now to help those in need, and have a feeling that down the road, in my future...there may be big things. I'm not sure what yet, but I know it will come to me when the timing is right.
I'm grateful for all of the good things. I'm also grateful for the challenges. My life is balanced and blessed. I wouldn't want an ounce more.