Dear Readers,
Merry Christmas. Truly. The kind with warm lights, soft moments, and at least one cookie eaten for emotional support. Thank you for being here and for reading my words on purpose. That still blows my mind in the best way. You did not have to stay, but you did, and that means more than I can explain without getting a little sappy so here I am anyway.
This season is loud and quiet at the same time, and I hope you find a pocket of peace somewhere between the chaos. If you are happy, I hope it doubles. If you are tired, I hope you rest. And if you are just trying your best, congrats, that counts and I am proud of you.
Thank you for letting my words sit with you. That is rare. That is special. That is something I will never joke about even though I joke about almost everything.
Wishing you love, laughter, and a Christmas that feels like a deep breath,
Bookly