In my imagination, there is a lovely, wintery, holiday-themed photo right....
In reality, the camera, where the aforementioned holiday photo is stored, is in our car, three floors down from our roadside hotel for the night. I am in my nightie, watching my teenager fall asleep and listening to the last wimpers of protest come from my toddler as she tries to settle into her portable crib in another new place. Our family has been on the road for three days now, logging 1100 miles so far on our trek from Michigan to my hometown in Florida. We have a little over 200 more miles to go today.
It's a photo of the lovely gingerbread men we made during the weekend, the ones we brought on the road with us and have been munching on along the way.
While trying to salvage the situation, I even tried to fudge it, searching for some appropriate photo in my library already. 8000 photos, not a one fits the bill. Fudge.
I suppose it is all a reminder to me that the events of our daily lives are rarely picture-picture, but they are always worth being present for.
Happy Holidays to All. May goodness and kindness be yours, and may you pass it on to every soul you meet during this season.