Safe travels.
The toddler slowly toddling in front of me in the airport screening corral, who caused me to relax and slow down.
A while-driving conversation that moved us miles toward understanding.
Being with people who knew me when I was young.
Being with people who are not blood kin but have folded me into their family.
The gold standard of scalloped potatoes.
The 4-year-old girl who took my picture with her mama's camera and told me, "Good job!"
Singing.
Laughing.
Lights.
A beautiful Christmas Eve to you, and a happy Christmas Day. Let there be love.
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