Another Christmas has come and gone.
And she believes.
Really, really believes.
No questions asked.
No weird looks to see if we believe (for the record, we do… because what’s the downside).
How long will it last?
Can she make it to ten? Or eleven? Or maybe thirty?
Last year at this time, we were positive she wouldn’t make it through another Christmas.
But she has.
Maybe she knows something we don’t. Maybe she doesn’t want to let us down.
Maybe she just believes.
Be careful with your comments… she reads this blog.