At the Stroke of Midnight

The world is waiting, watching the minutes slip by as we revolve into another new year. I am straining to fill these minutes with words but they do not come. So I sit here peacefully, contemplating the future, not so far away now. 

How different this New Year's Eve is to the last. I don't recall anything about it beyond the heady sense of anticipation that hung in the air and the fireworks launched from the nearby quay at midnight. We have hopes and dreams for the coming year also, but not the expectation of uprooting our lives again. 

Now we are here. And here we will be at the stroke of midnight. Waiting to see what the new year will bring. But always grateful for all that 2017 has meant to us and those we hold dear.

Light and Wonder

Christmas here is blustery and wet, our walls still await replastering and the clutter of family life tends to spill over. But nothing can spoil the anticipation and excitement that fill the air like magic.

We welcome again the saviour of the world, retelling the story of the first Christmas, and try to pass on the good news.

Christmas brings hope and joy, light and wonder into our homes and hearts. This, our first Christmas in Scotland and the first to ourselves, will be one to remember.