the grace of uncommon snow and average joe

the grace of uncommon snow and average joe

We had SNOW on Friday. At the end of a hard, sorrowful week following my mother-in-law’s death, we awoke to Houston blanketed in white-velvet gorgeousness. We squealed. We hit each other with snowballs. We built hideous last-minute snowmen before heading to school once the district sent out the world’s saddest tweet: Roads are passable so buses are rolling. See you soon for a great day of learning. 

I gave a half-smile to heaven as we drove through our snow-bedecked neighborhood and said, “Thank you. Yes, she would have loved this.”

Amazing grace sparkled everywhere in a city still climbing out of the flood that swamped us. Houstonians have laughed and laughed that in just a six-week span we whooped it up for the World Series and scampered about in uncommon snow. We’re waiting for pigs to go airborne any minute now.

But I think we also have a tenderness of heart that prompts a deep savoring of Christmas and a fresh view of a familiar story. Continue reading “the grace of uncommon snow and average joe”

tidings of comfort and joy

tidings of comfort and joy

We knew, and yet we didn’t know.

We’ve been preparing ourselves since early fall for the passing of my husband’s mom.

We knew she was likely in her final months, and yet, when the end came on Monday night, we still felt the shock of disbelief.

It’s still too tender a thing to write about much except to say that grief and joy co-mingle in a thousand moments. That it’s nearly Christmas adds both sweetness and pain. Continue reading “tidings of comfort and joy”