My children love hosting Christmas.
It is wondrous to me that they do.
Two special men will be missed.
This will be the tenth Christmas that we have hosted without my late husband, Mick.
The fourth Christmas since Dad passed.
Their absence will be deeply felt amongst the frivolity.
We continue to celebrate
with Mick’s parents, my Mum, my brother and his young family.
Everyone brings food to contribute to the lunch.
They also bring smiles, and hugs and jokes.
The little ones remind us
of those few precious years that my children had with Mick
and to be in the moment with curiosity and joy.
Brave and open hearted. Loving what is. Resilience. The cycle of life.