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Here it is, the last day of the year, hours before the first day of the year, a recipe for nostalgia and regret and hope.  Most of my memories of this past year center around new full-time jobs, my ear problems, and our home upheaval with the funny sights and loud sounds of a ten year old surrounding me.  Come to think of it, 2015 was a very loud year.  Along with celebrating 23 years of marriage & our niece’s wedding, finally making it to the beach again, many special visits from family and friends, starting middle school, taking second place in the spelling bee and enjoying the benefits of paid vacations, we also felt some pain.  It feels like we all lost too many people we loved this year, through death or Alzheimer’s or refusal to forgive. Donald Trump somehow entered the race for president and I began reading a book that takes place at the start of World War II.  We like the church sign in Canada that declared “Christmas: A Story about a Middle East Family Seeking Refuge.”  Black lives matter. Prisoners deserve compassion. Some of the Schremmers’ favorite people are Muslims.  When I get a headache these days I’m not sure if it’s allergies to the air or to this loud and sometimes hateful world we live in today. Thank goodness for ibuprofen and grace.

As we four prepare for a brand new year with my brand new ear that still has a little hole in it, we spend our spare time driving by humble houses for sale.  Troy has discovered Instagram, Huck will start piano lessons next week, and I will continue my hourly online house searches that years ago paid off with the find of the century on Rebecca Street.  Sunny will keep teaching us lessons on fear and overcoming fear as she maneuvers her way through this scary world full of strangers and children with the occasional reward of a family hike.  Personally speaking, I will keep trying to reflect before I react, seek first to understand, and also stop hitting two spaces between sentences. Lifetime habits are tricky.

As we laze around our beautiful temporary home that somehow fell into our laps with our computers and books and Chex mix, soon to venture out into our favorite town full of Christmas lights and good cheer and wonderful friends, we hope you, whoever you are (unless you’re one of my blog spammers of late) can drink a cup of kindness yet and have a very, very, very happy and quiet new year.

my first home, christmas eve

2 comments

Pappy T

December 31st, 2015

Ibuprofen and grace. Perfect.
I think I sometimes go through my day just expecting and endless supply of both.

shauntsies

December 31st, 2015

This made me teary. Cheers and love to you, Schrems! And here’s to an endless supply of grace, but not an endless supply of ibuprofen, as it can apparently cause heart attacks and strokes, according to the FDA (I read it today!). Lots o’ Love and aspirin, Debbie Downer.

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