Cherished memories.
Singing and caroling in my small town.
My sister by my side.
Such innocence and hopeful hearts.
That life would take us to good places.
Noel. Christmas birth. Rejoicing.
Humble beginnings.
We didn’t have a lot. But we had each other.
And faith. Faith that held us securely.
When all was shaken. When the music was dimmed.
Cherished Hope.
It’s what we cling to. It’s what gives us joy.
Through it all…