Dear Intimacy,

What would you have me know today?

This Christmas was wonderful. I don’t know how this happened because on Christmas morning I was curled up in a ball under the covers missing my mom and not wanting to get out of bed. The holidays have become A Hard Time for me. Den and I were chatting and he reminded me that Miles and Margot still believe in Santa and these days won’t last forever. Hearing their tiny voices on Christmas morning was a beauty emergency. (and I wish my mom was here to hear these voices). I love how Miles and Margot fully embrace everything about December. I read something the other day about wholeness - happiness and joy are nice to feel when they happen, but it’s the grief, heartbreak, mistakes, loss, love, hope, pain, vulnerability, fatigue, and joy that make us whole. I keep coming back to Kintsugi, the Japanese art form that repairs broken pottery with gold. The idea is to celebrate the imperfections of the pottery instead of hiding them.