We finally had our traditional Christmas brunch—this time in Atlanta at my house. My BFs include Albert, Rebecca, Johanna, and Pat. I’m in the photo; just check out the mirror.

So much as happened in a year. I don’t think any of us saw the changes coming. My Dad’s illness and death in December really sapped my energy and desire to “party.” Rebecca and Johanna had to deal with the flu and Albert took care of them. Rebecca told me yesterday that there were about two weeks when she didn’t even get outside.

We had quiche, homemade rolls, fresh fruit from Whole Foods, and fresh salad with Feta cheese. . .  and Starbucks coffee.

Then there was Rebecca’s homemade lemon pie that was irresistible. We put fruit on it, too. We talked and laughed and said we were so grateful for all that God has done for us over this past year. Then we headed out to Kennesaw Mountain!

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