Atlanta had its first White Christmas in 128 years. The flurries danced down from the sky in the early afternoon, and by nightfall, there was a beautiful coat covering the grass and trees.
The last of our 10 guests left today. I’m putting the house back together, working my way through mounds of laundry, discarded comforters, airbeds, towels, and leftovers in the fridge. The trash takes up half the garage. I’ve taken down the Christmas decorations, and I’m wiping noses of the cold that swept through half the family.
But mostly, what I notice of the house is the quiet emptiness of family members not seen often enough. So, tomorrow, while my husband continues to work his way through the holidays, I’m considering piling the girls into the car, and awaying for a few days to recapture just a few more hours with those we love.
Hope you have a wonderful new year.