We don't always know

what is best for us.

My brother was on stand by for a flight home for almost a full day. My hopes rose and were subsequently dashed each time he called to say he didn't make the next flight. I was very anxious and frustrated. I'm sure he was very anxious and frustrated too, but you would never be able to tell. He is cool as a cucumber. I was so certain he would make the 11:00 flight. He didn't. Thank goodness. That 11:00 flight didn't make it to Tulsa until 8:45. It went back and forth to Dallas--twice.

Jonathan made it on the 4:15 flight. He got to sit in first class. He got to Tulsa in 36 minutes.

All I want for Christmas...

is for my brother to make the early flight tomorrow. He's already had a long day at airports and is getting ready to "sleep" in one tonight.

Oh...and I also need my sister and her boyfriend to make it here without complications.

White Christmases are overrated.

Selfish

I am struggling with a friendship that has been very important to me over the past few years. I am starting to feel that the friendship isn't really as deep as I thought it was. And the process of figuring that out has been p-a-i-n-f-u-l. I have gotten my feelings hurt. I've felt ignored and unimportant.

But I also feel selfish. I wonder if I'm only seeing one side of things. I wonder if I need to show more grace to this friend. I wonder a lot of things.

It's beginning to sound a lot like Christmas

I love Christmas music. It makes me happy.

My earliest memories of Christmas music are the Glee club concerts in Chambersburg. I know that I went at least two years in a row but maybe more often than that. My favorite song was "Nothing for Christmas". Other favorites from my childhood were "Jingle Bell Rock" and "Do You Hear What I Hear"