I have always loved Christmas. It has felt magical to me since I was a child. I am one who still believes in Santa Claus - the myth, yes, but more so the ideology. It is a time of year that society has allowed love and giving to become a focus. I am still hoping and working toward a world where love, giving and gratitude are the focus all year. I am starting with me.
This Christmas was different than any Christmas before it. My holiday plans were interrupted, and on Christmas Eve I found myself at my parents house keeping a vigil in the living room as my father struggled to stay on this earth in the other room. None of us thought he would make it through the night. At 3:30 in the morning his breathing became less labored and he was able to sleep. When he woke up a few hours later, he was remarkably better. His blood pressure had gone from 52/38 to 80/62. For us, it seemed to be a miracle.
I sat with my father and talked about football, the ranch, horses and Christmas memories. Conversation and connection that no amount of money could buy and nothing material could compare to. Eventually my entire family was there at the ranch. The first time all of us had been in the same room in years. Loving, laughing and relating. That was my Christmas miracle.
Letting go of what I had expected Christmas to look like, and embracing the Christmas that showed up was a beautiful thing for me. I am in such gratitude for it all. I am grateful for my father. I am grateful that he brought our family together in the most divine way. I am grateful for this prompting of what truly is important in life - love, giving and gratitude. I am blessed beyond belief with amazing people in my life. It is my intention to carry the gratitude and love I feel for them all in this moment always in my heart, and to act, speak and write from that space.
May the season of miracles touch all of you the way it has touched me. Much love.
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