Maybe I closed my Desert Year blog a week too soon . . .
Christmas services this morning and tonight at my field ed church, both with dramatic presentations by children . . .
Going to a UCC blue Christmas service tomorrow night with Musical Friend . . .
Two services at my field ed church Christmas Eve . . .
And then with, amazingly, Gregarious Son as company, a midnight service somewhere . . .
And then at 6:00 am on Christmas morning, a flight south.
I wish this week of the Incarnation were not so terribly, terribly difficult. I wish I lived in a remote monastery where it might be a week of solemnity and quiet joy.
Twenty-six years ago we learned right after Christmas that I was pregnant -- a month later, that there were two babies. I looked at the ultrasound pictures earlier this week. It is not hard at all to remember the exhilaration we felt, but it is hard to know now what it would someday lead to.
Two of my nieces have just learned that they are expecting babies in August.
Mixed feelings swirling around.