Well, all I can say is that I did a damn good job of blogging every day until about the middle of October and then WHAT?! What happened? My days have gone all slippery and have begun disappearing like unfortunate goldfish down the drain when you're cleaning out their disgusting bowl. Which only goes to show that it's better not to clean out your disgusting goldfish bowl. Unless, of course, you want goldfish slipping down your drain.
Anyway. I just realized it's Friday. Which means I forgot all about Thursday, probs because I was so DEAD after Christmas Day, even though I am now officially old with no small children to wrangle. I'm astonished that I'm still so tired the day after Christmas . . .
But we had a lovely holiday, and I extended the loveliness of it all by going down to Provo again yesterday so that I could visit Becky's daughters and parents. Her girls are good. As I sat there talking to Emma and Alex I couldn't help but think how proud Becky would be of them and how much they're like her in so many ways.
Afterwards I visited Tom and Sheila, Becky's parents, and sat in a cozy room with them while this year--and all the years before--fell quietly away. I'm so glad I saw them.