We fellowshipped in her lovely mansion amid the two cats, the kids declaring their approval of her media room, and Keziah exclaiming "this is the home of my dreams!"
I tried as much as possible to dip in and out of the room and just absorb the love and connection that was transpiring between my husband, his baby sister, and his newfound sister. They were rolling out family histories and comparing their experiences with the father that connected them all.
It made me smile and made me hope. They reached beyond expectations and touched their hearts.
They made a choice and their choice was to embrace, empower, and enhance one another as ten turned to eleven.
She greeted us with love and hugs and warmly walked us through the renovation she had been undertaking for the past two years in an historic part of St. Louis. The food was spread out as if kings and queens were coming to visit, and the room splendidly decorated. It gave me pause for a moment and I stood in the middle of her piano room and just breathed it all in.
Again, I just stood there and took in the unconditional love that knit these siblings together as if they had all grown up under one roof.
Their connection made my heart sing, for I knew, somehow, brining in Eleven in this beautifully arrayed mansion, was a little taste of heaven right here.
The night went on with the siblings chatting, the kids and I relaxing in the media room, when the two of them burst in the room with the hats and noise makers - it was Eleven! Happy New Year! Again, I could only smile and the pure joy I saw on their faces.
The connection and the gift I think was knowing that there is someone else out there in the world loving and encouraging and accepting you for you and sharing their joy together.
That is how we brought in the new year, with family, with love, with promise. Eleven only has to produce the same. Happy Joyous Amazing Prosperous Continuously Wonderful New Year!
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