Having grown up in Colorado, it is a lovely exoticism to see bright red Christmas ornaments hung from huge palm fronds of the sort that only grow in humid jungles.
Even more strange and wonderful has been the lounging my husband and I have been up to the last four days here in Soliman Bay, Mexico. After eighteen months of unremitting stress we have been given the gift of doing nothing. Together.
Tomorrow we’ll get on a plane that will return us to our adored three children. Then it will be Christmas, time for their gifts; little can they understand that we have already given them one, knowing that we are strong in our love and therefore strong for them, whatever may come our way.
I’m not quite ready to leave; I could use another day or two staring at the ravenous diving pelicans who hunt all day on the waters in front of our palapita. But I’m not greedy. I’ve received my gift, and now feel ready to give in turn.