Sunday, December 21, 2014

A Special Sunday

Dear John,
It's been a wonderful Sunday. The bishop was here today, and served the liturgy himself. Brian was a bit nervous but did very well - the choir pulled off a hierarchical liturgy without a hitch. The church was packed and very happy. He is well-loved. Of course, this parish has known and loved him since he was first ordained and sent to Fort Wayne, and it is such a joy to have him as our bishop now. He is a gentle and holy man.
I thought you were there this morning. I hope you were - I know you love him, and you never got to serve as a subdeacon when a bishop was serving the liturgy. I didn't get a chance to talk to Charlie; he always knows when you're there. He says he can almost-almost see you.
This photo was taken after the liturgy today. Can you believe how many children we have now? Please show this to Father Anthony. He was so afraid we'd be a one-generation parish. Be sure he knows how much we're growing and how many young families we have. Father George might want to see it, too.
In other news, the Steelers won and clinched a post-season spot and I have the last sock finished except for another inch of ribbing at the top. The Colts got slaughtered by the Cowboys. Green Bay also clinched for the post-season. I never heard a Browns score.
I may not be here to talk to you tomorrow night. I'm working until noon, then going to Plymouth to see Ruth and Harold and the kids. Ben and Maria and Nate will be home for Christmas. I'm so looking forward to it, though not the drive to Plymouth and back. It's typical for my friendships - I keep up with Ruth and Harold through annual Christmas letters, and the kids daily on Facebook. In so many cases, we ended up being closer to our friends' children. I'm not sure what that says about us. It's probably best not to think too much about it.
I'm going to go to sleep now and not think about anything at all. Hunter and Jethro are already asleep on my legs. I love you so, so much. Bishop Anthony remembered your death and took time today to be sure I'm okay. And I am. But I wish you were here.
Love you forever and ever,

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