Christmas Eve Drive

When I first was getting to know Andrew, I foolishly stated that I'm not an overly emotional person. I believed it when I said it, but I don't think he was fooled. For one reason, it's just not true. And for another, well, there isn't really another.

Today, on my way home from work, I burst into tears twice.

The first time was at the foot of an I-95 exit, where I saw a homeless man and three dogs curled up on the side of the road. I was looking forward to a delicious seafood meal and that man and the dogs would go hungry on this Christmas Eve. That phrase, "There but for the grace of God go I" came into my head and I drove on.

The second time was a the foot of an I-295 exit where the local Christmas tree lot had been dismantled. The trees that had not fulfilled their destiny were thrown on the ground like litter. And yes, my eyes welled up once more.

Is there anything we can take away from this tale? Well, I can think of two things.

I lied to Andrew and we all know it. And, if you are an overly emotional person, stay away from Interstate exits...only sadness will come of it.

Merry Christmas, dear blog readers.

Much love to you all.