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Mug Hug 1

I hope today you feel the best hug; the one that says, “You are worth it all.”

Kenny G for you:

Born is the King of Israel

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C H R I S T M A S  E V E  M O R N I N G

Mug Hug 2

Just in the St. Nick of time! A new mug hug for my post. This is actually my border’s mug that she received as a Moda Center employee. She works the Blazer games but isn’t as attached to them as I am. I am thrilled to have this little gem in my Christmas mug selection.

These last eleven days of writing has been a real discipline. Anyone who thinks writing is not work is wrong! Counting down each day has also given them their own meaning. I’m not looking back in bewilderment on how I arrived here. Instead, it makes sense, which is kind of an odd feeling in itself!

Most everything is wrapped up (and delivered!) for this Christmas season. The kids and I celebrated on Saturday. My daughter is in Colorado with her husband’s family, where in somewhat Griswold style, they cut down their Christmas tree in waist high snow. My son and I will attend our annual candlelight service in the late afternoon, and then we’ll head to a movie and dinner. I’m so looking forward to spending time with him. He’ll be at his dad’s for Christmas.

Tomorrow I will work at a homeless organization and then go to a friend’s house. I hesitate to make that public, yet I want to encourage others who are in a similar situation.

Not being with our families is hard. We miss out on purpose when we’re not filling our day with plans to serve them, and the joy of receiving whatever it is we get from them (which I know is different for every family!).

There are some who live a desperate existence without a family, home or food. This is where I’ll find my purpose tomorrow, and share the joy of knowing our savior.

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Until Mug Hug 1 on Christmas Day,






Day 9 Mug Hug

I’m not crazy about this mug. It’s bigger than I like, and doesn’t shout “Christmas.” But it shouts “Bridgette,” (as well as “Beijing” and “Starbucks”). She brought it back from China when she went in eighth grade with a group from OES. So this is as much a hug from Bridgette as it is a Mug Hug.

The busy traffic of life has a way of zipping past, our memories left so far back, we can hardly recall ever being there. But there’s something about touching an object or a person or living an experience that knocks on the heart, awakening a memory and welcoming it in.

When I grabbed this mug it was like, “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.” This mug reminds me of this thing, and that thing reminds me of that person, and that person reminds me of that event, and when I did that thing, and I remember a lot about that moment in time. Some things I didn’t love or could make me sad, so in this moment, I skip past that, and reach for the things that I did love, because after all, this is a Mug Hug, and even though this is NOT Folgers, this is the best part of waking up!

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