Woke up at 6:45 to the sweetest choir of pepperkaker bearing children.
Happy St. Lucia Day!
The sun didn't come up today.
It hovered in the Southern sky for an hour or two then lit the Atlantic pink.
It's the last week before Christmas Holiday and our main outreach.
I'll be gone for three months.
Oslo. Valencia. Barcelona. Dublin. Nepal.
Packing, lodging, communication nightmare.
Seven flights. Three trains. Five buses. One ferry.
The boys brought home our Christmas tree, today.
The chaos is a little more manageable with joy, peace,
and a spruce scented mudroom.
I won't be home for Christmas, not even in my dreams.
I'll be in Barcelona gazing lovingly at the hot sun.