This Christmas I am coming home.
The past two years we have spent Christmas with our in-laws, who are warm and gracious and welcoming- as is their adopted home state of Texas. Christmas with Casey’s family is calm and quiet and luxuriously restful….. but…….
I missed the blizzards and the beer and my big strong brothers.
I missed the heat of the wood stove and the contemptuous commentary of my little brothers.
I very much missed seeing my little sisters grow more beautiful every year.
I miss my cousins, and sledding down steep driftless hills.
And I miss being surrounded by friends and family.
I miss the church that is just across the country road from our big white farmhouse.
And the view from the choirloft.
I know that my mother has been desperately missing Colleen’s accompaniment on the piano since she left for college.
I have cried in church during the carols every Christmas far from home, missing the other two members of the alto section. Oh Julia Ugo and Mary Weber, I am so excited to sight read complex harmonies and belt them out badly with you between fits of giggling.
And so, this Christmas, I am coming home.