Countdown to Christmas 2025…Day 22

If you have traveled the Journey with me for any length of time, you know it’s organic. It isn’t Ai generated or planned way far in advance. The heart behind each post is, if you and I were to meet for coffee today, this is what I would be talking about. 

So as we are counting down the days for Christmas, this 22nd day already held some tender memories and today we will add another. 

In 1942, my dad married my mom while he was on Christmas leave from the Air Force. Technically it was still the Army Air Forces. Which he could have told you about in great detail. 

For the first 55 years of my life, this day was my parents’ anniversary. 

And then in 2010, we added it as the day my dad decided he wasn’t going to spend another celebration away from his bride and joined her in heaven in the wee hours of the morning. 

Fifteen years later, Russ and I are wiping away tears as we love and pray for our Sarah. She and Jack will be taking Rocco for one last walk to the vet a block away. 

It will be a slow walk as that is the only pace the old boy has in him. 

We knew when they came the week before Thanksgiving that we were saying goodbye for the last time. 

He was loved and loved well, that pup. 

So if you are reading this, our family would appreciate you lifting our sweet girl in your prayers as she finishes caring well for this dog that loved her with his whole heart. 

The cost of loving well is grieving hard. 

But always worth it to love well. 

Blessings friends <3