Well, Christmas has come and gone. I have to admit I was dreading it for a number of reasons. I also have to admit that despite all those reasons, it was the best Christmas I've had in years and I credit my granddaughter for the turnaround. At just thirteen months, her enthusiasm was infectious. She had no clue what was going on and therefore, had no expectations whatsoever. She was simply thrilled at everything she saw, everything she got, and everything everyone else got for that matter. The boxes, bows, and wrapping paper proved to be the best friend a baby girl could have on Christmas day.
In a few days, I can concentrate on a six-month countdown to my trip. It seems like an eternity now, but I suspect I'll find myself scrambling to sew up loose ends during the last week or two.