Last week, my family and I loaded up in our car, cranked up the Christmas music and drove around town in search of Christmas lights.
It’s something I remember doing as a child, and it always made me happy.
But this year, this drive, was different.
As we made our way through the streets of Buffalo, admiring the festive displays, my oldest proclaimed, “This makes me so happy I could cry.”
We all knew exactly how he felt.
This year has tested the world’s grit, stolen so many loved ones and left us wondering what’s next. But for some reason, driving around looking at colorful lights made that anxiety subside for just a moment. We felt joy and a sense of community. It took the wonder of an 8-year-old to articulate it, but we all felt it.
Thank you, Buffalo, for embracing the season and for gifting my family an evening of splendor.