When our youngest daughter was diagnosed with Down's syndrome shortly after birth, I vividly recall thinking that we would never travel again, never even go to our local beach. I don't know what reasoning there was behind that initial fear, born of shock and ignorance, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
I think it's normal to feel a bit weird at this time of year. We build up Christmas to such a fever pitch of twee imagination and rose-tinted memories that it can end up feel disappointing and miserable. Sometimes, surrounded by a barrage of Good Will to All Men and Joy to the World and Christmas Cheer, we feel lost and alone, longing for a feeling we can't find anymore.
I'm fairly certain that most of my single friends think that since I'm a newlywed, there is nothing I could possibly want- don't I have it all? Besides the pair of over the knee boots I've been eyeing for months, yes, at least when it comes to matters of the heart I feel pretty satisfied to say the least.