The bad feelings bled out of school and stained his walk home and tracked right into suppertime.
He could not hold.
But he went to bed in much brighter spirits, and when I was going to bed myself I realized why.
He had written himself a note, with the meanings of his names on it.
Victory.
Protector.
Beautiful.
It's a very good strategy.
When something is wrong, remembering who we are is restorative.
Our Creator calls us
Beloved.
I will wrap myself in that like a blanket.
Sweet dreams, friends.
and Merry Christmas,
xo.
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