Dear Ones 2024,

This morning a medieval painting of Mary wrestling with the Devil landed in my inbox. Apparently she had just handed the baby Jesus to the nearby angel; he was watching his mother in prayer pose. The caption: Was Christ clapping or praying? I propose both. Isn’t applause a wonderful prayer of thanksgiving after all?

I was reminded of the fantastic concert we saw last night at Benaroya Hall, “Jewish Diaspora.” Our 11-year-old friend Yoshi and his fiddle school were featured. I sprang to my feet a few times in elation, appreciating all the performers and their God-given talents.

And now, I’m remembering a few months ago at my friend’s funeral when his wife offered almost ten minutes of thanking each and every one of us for the difference we had made in their lives, especially toward the end as she was nursing and loving him. Her words were as prayerful as anything else in the service.

Many of you know this business of aging is not for the faint of heart. When Rob had a cystectomy five years ago, none of the medical folks would have bet on his longevity. And look, we’ve enjoyed another half decade together. And another example: my mother, at 96, lives in an Adult Family Home near us. We are grateful for her caregivers and cheery attitude every day even as her light fades.

So my word for 2025? Thanksgiving!

We’re glad that Clarke and Carolina traveled here from their respective homes in Durango, CO and Concrete, WA for a week of festivities. Mom joined us for brunch on Christmas Eve. Reid Family Christmas was a waffle buffet and book exchange here on Boxing Day. How could we ask for more?

We hope the Christmas season is marvelous for you too with many reasons to be grateful.

Love,

Penny (and Editor, Rob)