Christmas in Zimbabwe
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. -Mary Oliver After many years of celebrating Christmas together in as a family post-divorce with my ex-husband and our four children, this year I made the decision to go to Africa for the holiday. It was a last minute decision after much soul-searching. I really wanted to be with my four children on Christmas this year. My children are ages 17-22 so time is limited with them as they create their own lives outside of family. I especially needed to be with family after losing my stepfather on November 30, 2012. Mom and my soul father John My own father died twenty-four years ago when I was twenty-five. My stepfather, John, came into my mother's life seventeen years later. I called him my soul father because calling him a stepfather just didn't seem good enough for a man like John. My mom and John met and married