It's been a hard year. It's been a hard month. I am ashamed to admit it, but I just wanted Christmas to be over. How could I celebrate when my sister, the other part of me, is gone?
On Christmas, I resolved to be happy. Larry and I were spending the morning with our daughter's family. We had an enjoyable time. Everyone received way too many gifts. As we started to pick things up, my granddaughter Reynna (15) presented me with one more gift.
I opened it and found this letter:
Merry Christmas! I love you so much and I'm glad that I have you in my life. For the past month I've been trying to figure out what to get you. About a week ago, I realized that maybe I shouldn't get you something physical.
So I decided that I was going to make my present a little more meaningful this year. I know you love to write and it's something that makes you very happy. For for your gift, I've given myself the goal to write you a hand-written letter like this at least once a week.
I'm not very good at writing, but I'm going to try. In my letters I can talk about anything you want me to, from school to church or just to tell you that I love you. I really hope that we can both bond from this.
I love you, Grandma, and I hope you have a very Merry Christmas.
As you can imagine, my heart filled, my eyes filled, and my heart filled again. How could I be sad when I have such a granddaughter? Reynna is my light, as she is a light to so many others.
Joy for today: having Reynna in my life.