I don't know why I feel like this. Perhaps it's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in the wake of the recent presidential election. Or the continuing stream of uncharitable political-themed posts on my Facebook newsfeed.
Perhaps it's that I woke up to the first snowstorm of the season--but it's not that pristine, sparkly-white blanket of happiness that fills you with the spirit of Christmas. It's that wet, dreary kind of snow that makes you remember how cold, gray, and endless winters can seem up in our neck of the woods.
And speaking of favorite things, there's an oval-framed picture of Our Lady above my beloved sideboard--a picture which I picked off a pile of yard sale leftovers at the end of someone's driveway a year or so ago. There was a sign atop the heap that said "Free," and I snapped that picture right up. Love it. It's one of my very favorite things. And then there's the photo of my oldest son and his bride above the sideboard, too; now there's another favorite thing: family photos. My house is plastered with them, and when I look at them I feel happy. Hey, this is working: I'm starting to feel less blah now. So speaking of family pictures, how about this one?
But no list of favorite things would be complete without mentioning my beautiful marriage (of nearly 32 years, and counting), to my best friend and the love of my life.
God bless us all...and God bless America!