reflections on my first 'traditional' Christmas
and how travelling in SE Asia taught me how to have friends
Christmas Day morning. 2023. For the first time in years I’m not living by myself. I wake up and there’s another warm body lying next to me. there’s a smaller furry body purring at my feet. There are mouths to feed and people to hug. There are presents to be opened.
Every morning I roll over and whisper I love you. He murmurs ‘I love you’ back. In the early days we said, maybe we shouldn’t say I love you all the time, does it lose its power? but we say it 20 times a day and cant stop.