Blessed

My first New Year's greeting came in a text message from a 16 year old girl in Spain, about 7 hours before midnight in Texas.

My second one came in a voice text from a 25 year old young man in Argentina, about four hours before midnight in Texas.

My third greeting came in person from my husband and  21 year old Colombian son (brother of the first two), while we ate our 12 grapes to make 12 wishes for the coming year, we held money in our hands at the stroke of midnight, we ran around the house with a suitcase in hand, we wrote our regrets from 2018 and burned them in the fire, and we ate homemade arepas and drank Colombiana drinks to add the rich Colombian flavor and tradition to our home.

My fourth greeting came in a text message from David, just before he came home from a party with his core group of church friends.

More greetings came and went, but those first four just reminded me of how blessed I am to have these four precious "children/young adults" in my life. Somtimes I still just stand in awe.