Monday, December 28, 2009
Merry Christmas, Chicago!
New York was only one plane and a few hours away; I could hardly wait to get there. But as we flew over the glowing homes and empty streets, I couldn't help but feel gratitude for all that I have.
And, in that moment I was grateful that he (or she) was home for Christmas Eve, and I quietly whispered against the cool pane....
Merry Christmas, Chicago.