Raindrops on roses…
That underwhelming feeling of post-Christmas is threatening to take over. It hasn’t rained but one or two days all winter, until now. Now? It’s supposed to pour, every single day.
To combat these feelings of dread, maybe I will take the kids ice skating at Lloyd Center. You know, to watch them fall down. Because that’s always good for a laugh.
We’ve survived Christmas.
For that, I am grateful.
We have so much. So much love.
