And so it was Christmas.
Their very first at Peacock Pavilions.
And while this was a milestone, her happiness was tempered by
all that surrounded her. By the unpacked
boxes, the bare cement floors, and the unlandscaped garden. By the chill of life in winter without
heating.
By all that remained undone.
But her dream of Peacock Pavilions remained.
In the heat of the Marrakech mid-day sun, it still seemed attainable. It still seemed within reach. It still seemed just around the corner, or at
least the corner after that.
And so if this Christmas was not the way she had hoped,
there was always the next Christmas. Her
children would not yet be grown and Santa would still be real for those who
believed.
And believing was half the battle.
Merry Christmas and love from Marrakech.
