One day last week, between wrapping and opening presents, chopping vegetables, and rushing kiddos here and there, I saw myself in the mirror. “So what,” you might be thinking. Most of us look in a mirror at least a few of times a day. But this time, I looked in the mirror and something amazing happened.
I’ll be pulling together and packing up lots of things that morning as I prepare to spend the day with the ninety people I love most in the world. And yet, so far, 72 hours out, the only thing I’ve spent any time fussing over has been the body I’ll bring.
I’m not alone in this.