You know what’s beautiful?
The Christmas lights in the windows of your parents’ house as you drive up the long, dark road that leads to their front door.
What’s additionally beautiful is that you get to stay there for a long, long while, reveling in Christmas and sheltered by their love.
Adding to that beauty is the phenomenal weight that has been lifted from my shoulders. I wrote that sentence in passive. Do you know why? Because no one will be grading this blog post. No one will be grading anything that I write for a very long time. Because I won’t be writing anything for a grade for a very, very long time. So there.
Yes. The lights in my parents’ windows was enough to make me put on my brakes before I pulled in the driveway, just to look at it and cry a little.
The Big Bad Woolf paper got a high A. I don’t know how my other classes turned out yet, but I don’t care right now. I am happy and healthy and home and all is right with the world. At least my corner of it.
Good night, dear readers. My your days be as merry and bright as mine has been today.