Kisses from Heaven

Merry Christmas!  I hope your day is filled with merry and bright, love and laughter and boundless joy.

Living in New England, we like a white Christmas.  It was nice to wake this morning to softly falling snow and dusting of fluffy white snow on the ground.  Not quite all white, but enough.

I like snow.  From the inside of my house.  Preferably snuggled up with a blanket and a cup of hot tea.  I love to watch it fall.  I love the pristine whiteness of the landscape. I love watching the birds, so colorful and playful in the snow. I do not like it so much when I have to drive in it, of course.

So this morning, in the early morning hours, I went to visit Meg's special place.  I brought her some flowers for Christmas. I thanked Santa for being there for/with her (the gentleman buried across from her has a Santa etched on his stone!)  It was so quiet.  So peaceful.  So still.  I closed my eyes.  You could hear the birds singing their morning song.  You could smell the winter air.  The slight breeze was cold against my cheek as it was only 24 degrees.  It was a lovely connection with nature.  I could almost hear the snow softly falling.  As the soft fluffy snowflakes mixed with my silent hot tears, I smiled.

Kisses from Heaven.  Soft.  Gentle.  Pure. Loving.  Abundant.

You see, I've never thought of snow in quite the same way as I have since Meg died.  The day before her wake we had a big snowstorm.  I remember two distinct things about it.  I remember it began the night before and I went for a walk in the snow.  I remember looking up to the sky and feeling the cold, wet flakes hit my cheeks and mix with tears.  I remember having an epiphany of sorts, that the snowflakes were as close to kisses from Heaven as I could get.  It brought me comfort then.  It does to this day.  It was a gift.  A soft blanket across the land.  To insulate.  To bring peace and pureness of light.  To force us to pause and connect with nature.  I remember the next day, going outside with the boys to play in the snow.  We made snow angels, of course.

Now, every time it snows and especially at Christmas time, I am filled with gratitude that I have another opportunity to receive kisses from Heaven.  I hope you got some, too!

If not, I hear we'll have a few more chances in the coming week.  I'll be outside soaking up my kisses and making some snow angels.  Will you?

Peace and joy to you and yours this day and always.