Deborah Carson Weekly

A Perfectly Imperfect Christmas

I have been blessed with many Christmases, along with the capacity to remember decades of them (which is a blessing in and of itself), but reflecting on Christmas 2015 and our Facebook Christmas Card of that year, I would have to say it was a year to remember for all of the good things that happened, as a result of all the bad things that happened in the previous four years. It is a difficult story to tell and an even more difficult one to believe; I mean, the absurdity of it all – the comedy of errors, the pain, and recovery – all culminating in my epiphany, and my growth into the woman and grandmother I needed to be.