Today, we’re raising our glasses to kindness and to the generous people who pass it on.
To the man who held the door for me at our neighborhood KwikTrip, even though it took me forever to extract myself from my vehicle and make my way to the entrance.
To Father Bill, who greeted us warmly when our happy group of bedraggled Packer fans tramped into his church still sporting the team colors.
To all those delivery drivers — USPS, UPS and FedEx — who cheerfully made their way through terrible weather to make sure everyone’s packages arrived on time.
To the Packers fans we didn’t know who shifted seats so our family could sit together at Lambeau Field. (MVP! MVP!).
To the folks ahead of us in the Starbucks drive-thru lane who bought us our tea.
To my uncomplaining husband, who stood outside on Christmas morning, digging through our recycling bin to find my missing cellphone.
To our annual Christmas day hosts, Steve and Cary, for their unfailing graciousness.
To my sweet family, who leaned into our crazy, hectic, wonderful holiday with thoughtfulness and good cheer.
And, to you. Thank you for taking time out of your busy lives to read these posts. You’re some of the kindest people I know.
Shout out to the Biskupics, our Christmas Eve hosts, Granny Thelma, our Christmas Day host, Grandma Peggy, our day after Christmas host, and a special shout out to the man working at the gas station late Friday night who let me borrow his cell phone when mine went missing and to my husband who drove home and found it sitting in plain sight.
Yay for Christmas elves!
Go Packers!!!