This has been a year of many changes. Some good, some bad, some easy, some hard. My father said to me yesterday that the only constants in this life are the Lord<\/a> and change<\/a>. At the age of 81, I believe he’s right.<\/p>\n

I didn’t write my Christmas letter this year. No, not a letter to Santa – but our family “tidbits” that I generally include in our Christmas card. It isn’t that I didn’t have time, but as I sat down to write it, it just became too hard. I couldn’t come up with anything fresh. We did stuff this year, but there was no “wow” trip or great accomplishment to share. The letter felt labored and forced. So I didn’t write it.<\/p>\n

For the first time in 16 years we aren’t having Christmas dinner at my house. My brother asked if he could have it at his. I said yes, but it feels strange and I’m a little lost. But I’m looking at this as a good thing – learning that the holiday isn’t just about traditions.<\/p>\n

With the tragic events in Aurora<\/a> and Newtown<\/a> this year, I am reminded that none of us are guaranteed tomorrow.<\/p>\n

I’m learning (I hope<\/i>) to not hold on to the way things have been <\/b>so tightly. I’m trying to embrace what IS <\/b>today and tuck away the memories for tomorrow.<\/p>\n

The world didn’t end yesterday as the Mayans predicted<\/a>, so let’s embrace today. Routine things, new things, unexpected things, even bad things – whatever comes<\/i>. Grab it – enjoy what you can, learn what you can, tuck away the good memories, choose not to pine after the past.<\/p>\n

Wear life today like a Snuggie<\/a>!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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