advent, on waiting

It wasn't perfect, but it was a step.

Over waffles, a reading from Isaiah.

Annie, coloring the root of Jesse.

Mass. The priest clothed in purple. The Liturgy, shifts to the waiting. The yearning.

We sing parts of the Mass to the melody of O come, O come Emmanuel.

We eat soup for lunch.

I run to pick up a Christmas Tree. We hang the lights.

I feel my heart kind of racing. I feel the next three weeks trying to ambush me.

I breathe deep, or at least try.

slow it down. slow it down, real slow.

I remember a year ago, Josh was recovering from a major surgery, we were in the midst of major Church transition, I was scared and hopeful all at the same time.

This year feels more like home. There is more rest.

which finds me, thankful.