From Anne Sexton’s poem, Welcome Morning:
So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.
I apologize for not checking in more recently, but the family is (almost- one more to go) all home which is crazy and fun, and as the poem says, ’tis the season to share the joy. I don’t want to miss any of it. I have been posting photos on facebook, though, and Monday will have another review of Gold Rush Alaska.
