This photo was central to my Christmas cards this year–the ones I never sent out. I took it in Santa Fe, on our anniversary this month, through the window of my favorite little shop, Doodlets. It was cold and crisp and festive, and our restaurant across the street smelled of delicious northern New Mexico cuisine, and there were luminarias everywhere, just like at our wedding. It was a magical moment, just like Christmas is, at the heart of it all.
Off we go to Joy’s family cabin, five hours of driving over snowy mountains and across wind-swept plains, next to rivers and forests, and up the steep hill to their handmade cabin, in the woods, on Christmas Day. Family, the heart of it all.