December 11

My friend Emily is beautiful and sparkly. This was my view from her dining room chair yesterday after school as she transformed me from a wet-headed, make-up-less, jewelry-less, shoe-ly indecisive, underthings-malfunctioning mess to someone who truly felt beautiful and confident to be my wonderful husband’s plus one at his company’s annual holiday party. I am thankful for my dear Emily who made all the difference in how I felt about going to the shindig, for Jason’s coworkers (and coworkers’ spouses) who made the evening one of my favorites, and for the sixty-degrees-in-December Nebraska weather that allowed me to walk three blocks from the parking garage to the party in my bare feet instead of in four-inch heels.