Last year’s best present was from neither friend nor loved one. It was gifted to me by life: One of those rare lessons that grows more beautiful in memory as time passes.
But when life tried to give it to me, I threw a bit of a tantrum. I did not want it. I stomped my feet, sniffed hard, determined not to cry though I wanted to, and did everything within my power to keep from taking it.
But life persisted. She was insistent that I accept it and when, at last, I did, I was amazed by its gorgeousness then stunned by how close, due to my stubbornness, I came to missing it. Read More»