The Last Few Months Have Been Full

Hello everyone. The last few months have been a whirlwind in the best and busiest ways. After posting three times a day during Christmas, while working full‑time and planning to make the season extra special. I tried to slow down a bit. I don’t regret a moment of it, but it was a lot.

Someone suggested I try posting once a week. I gave it a fair shot. It’s not for me.
And I didn’t want anyone to think they were forgotten.
Life simply moved faster than I could write, and I’ve been doing my best to keep everything moving.

The beginning of the year is always what I call conference season, the stretch where we prepare for our own company conference while attending others. It’s busier than Christmas, and that’s saying something. Last week was the peak of it all. If you’ve ever worked a conference, you know there’s no such thing as slowing down. There are visitors to greet, attendees to help, conversations to hold, and a constant flow of people who need something from you.

Getting there was its own adventure. The New Orleans airport was chaos. I arrived early “thankfully” because the line situation was a mess. No signage. No direction. Five TSA agents when there are usually twelve. I spent thirty minutes in the wrong line simply because no one knew where to go. If it weren’t for other passengers helping each other, I would have missed my flight entirely.

I almost did anyway. But Southwest saved me. The door had already closed, and they opened it again for me and a few other stragglers. I was grateful.

Leaving Puerto Rico was a completely different experience. Longer lines, yes, but clear signs everywhere. A structure that kept everyone moving. I never stood still for more than a minute. It was organized, calm, and efficient.

And then, when I returned to New Orleans, there were no lines at all. I walked through easily, surprised enough to say out loud, “Wow! What happened? I was here on Sunday. And. You don’t want to know what that was like!” An ICE agent about ten feet away answered, “We happened.” All of us walking through thanked them. It was a moment of unexpected gratitude.

Since then, I’ve been playing catch‑up. You’ll see posts popping up that feel a little out of sequence, I’m moving older drafts back into the light. Under the About tab, you’ll now find a Ledger tab. Someone asked me to help them locate older posts, so I’m building a full index. It’s not finished yet, but it’s coming.

But in the middle of all this, the travel, the conferences, the airport chaos, something happened that eclipsed everything else.

My youngest got married.

And I want to say this plainly, because it deserves to be said plainly:
Marriage is the greatest joy people can experience.
To witness two people who love each other deeply, who choose each other freely, who stand there with hope in their eyes and a future in their hands — it overwhelms a mother. It overwhelmed this mother, ME.

I almost cried more than once. During the mother‑and‑son dance, I knew if I didn’t keep us laughing, we’d both fall apart. So I told him jokes – the same ones my father used to tell us kids when he was alive.

“Do you want to hear a dirty joke?” he would ask.
We would brace ourselves. “Go ahead.”
“A white horse fell in the mud puddle.”

Then he’d grin and say, “Want to hear a clean one?”
“They gave it a bath.”

Simple. Silly. Perfect.
And it worked. We laughed instead of crying, though the tears were right there behind the laughter.

Watching my son marry the love of his life was one of the most beautiful moments I’ve ever experienced – second only to the day my children were born. It was joy in its purest form. The kind that fills your chest and makes you grateful for every twist and turn that brought you to that moment.

So yes, the last few months have been busy. But they have also been full. Full of work. Full of movement. Full of grace, and Full of the kind of joy that stays with you long after the moment has passed.

Thank you for being here through all of it.

A Blessing for the Journey Ahead

“Do not look forward in fear to the changes of life; rather look to them with full hope that as they arise, God—whose very own you are—will lead you safely through all things.”
~ St. Francis de Sales (1567–1622)