I'll start with the 'ole time naughty. Then, we'll pretend it didn't happen and play nice.
*Staging notes: Change music and lighting to convey a more tasteful tone here.*
Yesterday, I journeyed to Paradise for the first time since before 11/8. From this destroyed but remarkably resilient town, I bring you bittersweet and rainy greetings.
In only 6 weeks, heartfelt signs of recovery...
In only 6 weeks, heartfelt signs of recovery...
Santa brought cheer to all passers-by. I blew him a kiss. In turn, he looked suspect and troubled. (Drats, Santa must've recognized me from his "Naughty and not Christian either" list.) This sweet guy is the skinniest and most determined Santa I've ever seen, though.
The town came together to light this charming Christmas tree on Saturday night.
Joy to all, mixed with every key ingredient: faith, health, strength, safety, inspiration, and outpourings of precious love.
PS Excuse the new look to this page. It just happened (blogger made it so), and I'm trying to make it more "lookable." As always, your patience is appreciated. Love you!
