Dear Ones,

We chose to be absent for Christmas and the New Year this year well before the shit storm of 2025. But it turns out to be the best decision ever. There is no snow for skiing in Colorado—which is where we would be with my husband’s people. My son passed his 6 month post-op with flying colors and is now free from restrictions. Our contingency plan for holiday hoopla was unnecessary. My mother died which put a twist on this year’s festivities. My need to be away is subtle but big. My husband celebrates a half century in January and he wanted to do something totally different. Even this cruise we planned has experienced an unprecedented need for itinerary alterations due to weather, damage, and port difficulties. God has good timing in spite of it all, or because of it all depending on your viewpoint.

So Merry Everything to Everyone from the South Atlantic Ocean.

2025 you tried your best. Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.

2026, alot of changes are coming my way. I dare to rise to the occasion. My joy will not be diminished. My resolve will not be defeated.

Love y’all so big, Marla