I’m not going to lie – we’ve had better. There are aspects of this which are shit. It’s Luca’s first Christmas. Eva thought being pregnant during a Queensland summer last year would be her toughest physical challenge.
So here’s to a new year. Here’s to our new-found belief in the love and kindness and care of others. Here’s to healing and wholeness and health. Here’s to changing and being changed, both willingly and otherwise. Here’s to a beautiful lady going through it. Here’s to two beautiful children.
And this morning I feel overly aware, somehow, of children in homes where there is little love, or no money, or violence or pain. Or Aleppo or the Congo or Sudan or Afghanistan or the neighbourhood down the road. And if I think too far, it’s hard not to feel overwhelmed.
Let’s be light and love in our homes, in our communities, in our country, in the world.