I came to the mountains Sunday to spend time with my sweet brother and to visit friends. I’ve soaked in the hot springs, eaten at my great restaurants, and browsed in the beautiful shops. I’ve driven around and gazed at the Christmas lights. This is a resort town in Colorado, full of rustic, twinkly good cheer and it has done my heart good to revel in it.

Yesterday, I took my coffee up to the cemetery and sat with Mr. Virgo for awhile. I surprised myself by how quickly I was reduced to a puddle of tears. I haven’t cried in a long time, but this outpouring of grief was deep…from the depths of my heart. While it was sadness pouring out, it was wrapped in love and gratitude. I sat for a long time…whispering my love message into the ether and felt comforted in the end.

I decided to stop at my favorite shop on my way out of town. The other day I shared that I hadn’t purchased a special ornament this year. I haven’t seen any of the Ne’Qua ornaments that we loved, but there…nestled on a shelf…was the sweetest bottle-brush tree ornament and it made my heart smile. I felt Mr. Virgo whisper, “For your farmhouse Christmas!” I asked them to wrap it well and put it in a box and I’ll hand carry it home.

There is a reason the rear view mirror is smaller than the windshield. I look forward more and more. It is what it is, yet all is as it should be. My world is still Merry and Bright…I just hold his memory in my heart now…this fourth Christmas without him. And my heart is filled with love. ❤️

“There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them.”
‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭12:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬