Remember our Christmas brunch at my house? Andre and I prepared a full course breakfast and served you. We stood in a circle and held hands.
We made a birthday cake for Jesus and spoke of our blessings remembering the reason for the season. I found gifts at the dollar store and wrapped them so pretty so that of those who had graced our home, none would leave empty-handed.
The eldest among us, would bestow blessings upon us.
We always had the most beautiful Christmas tree, whether we spray painted pine cones or bought ornaments at the store.
One year, Son Son and I stapled lights to a cross we had made of 4 ft boards and erected it in the front yard to remind those passing by that we were a family that observed God’s gift to the world.
Life has driven our family to different parts of the world but it does not alter the legacy of love we have been given.
Wherever we are, among family or friends, alone or together, we are made greater by the memories of love we have shared.
Hold them in your heart. Never let them go.
Pass it on.
Never forget who you are and of whom you are.
My daughter, my son…you have been given a legacy of love.
Pass it on.