Having another pandemic year under our belts, I thought it necessary to modify last year's “How the Virus Stole Christmas” to remind us all that what we cherish in our hearts
…Through all the colors and changes of our lives, with the help of God.”
Those were the closing words of the vows my husband and I made to one another forty years ago. We stood, nervously holding hands, dressed in white, at the front of a church, surrounded by family and friends.
By 8 am the other morning, my kitchen looked like a crime scene—stuff shattered and splattered everywhere! There was, of course, no intruder—no forced entry—nothing stolen. But things were broken