As we decorated the Christmas tree this evening in our house in the burbs, as Carter and Claire danced in the kitchen to the Christmas mix playing on the iPod, as we decorated the tree with heirloom ornaments and retold the stories about them, and as I sit quietly by the fire and type this message, I tried to imagine the ways we might be “preparing” for christmas one year from now. And I laughed. I pictured us sleeping under mostquito nets in a small apartment in Blantyre. I imagined visiting orphanages on Christmas day. I thought of how much we will miss seeing our families and them us. And I swear I could hear the faint sound of David Alan Grier saying, “Jeff Oliver…have you lost your damn mind?!?!”
Maybe I have…though I feel remarkably sane all things considered. Better to lose a mind than a heart or ones way on a life journey, I suppose.
Where will I be in a year?
That’s all.
