Every year, for so many years, celebrating Advent has included travel.
For many years, Advent meant a trip to New Mexico for farolitos, piñón fires, Advent music, and snow. Or at least very very cold.
When we received the Advent gift of Jonas, the Advent trip became a trip to Oregon for birthday cake, reading books with my grandsons, baking cookies, and snow. Or at least very very cold.
Today I’m on my way for my annual Advent trip to celebrate Jonas’s tenth birthday.
As I do, I’ll be looking for Advent blue. Mary’s color. Hope.