It’s February in Tucson – and, no matter what they say, it is cold. But my friends and family in other locales just smile – and wonderfully, just keep coming. I warn them to bring warm clothes – they smile. (I do recall the first year we moved to Tucson. My daughter stepped off the plane on a cold Tucson day, in shorts. My husband’s sweat clothes became her favorite, and, indeed, her primary wearing apparel.)
So next weekend I will witness a miracle. My oldest friend, my son’s godmother, with advanced lung cancer, will fly here from her home in Los Angeles. Yes, she has been granted a “reprieve” – a remission, albeit undoubtedly temporary, and feels … “great,” or so she says. Then the following weekend my kids and grandkids come – they’ve got a three-day weekend courtesy of President’s Day. And then, another old friend and former colleague comes. What riches befall us!
So, yes it is February … time for winter visitors, time to rejoice, time for miracles!