“Of all sound of all bells...
most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.”
― Charles Lamb
My parent's house in the country - where I spent my high school years and later returned to for all those summers and holidays while I was going to school in Texas (and later where my little family lived after we moved back from Boston and achingly waited for our own house to be built) - fills me not only with a certain comfort that safe and familiar walls can only bring, but its also like walking into another world. Its home, yes. But its beauty abounds and feels more like a vacation destination. A welcomed respite.
We stepped out of the car yesterday morning - gravel crunching under our feet and a moist gust of wind combing the sweet smell of fireplace smoke through our hair. Bear made breakfast and we dined with family friends around the table in the library.
It was the perfect ending to the holiday season and a comforting start to the new year. For some reason, my heart feels heavy entering into 2015. This time last year, I carried a secret within my womb that brought with it the hope and excitement of new life and we were weeks away from moving into our new home. But this year, my feet are searching for steady ground. This year is for holding fast to faith and making the most of each day, fully aware that every moment is a gift not guaranteed.
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