Walking through the halls of church this morning with Christmas all around us, reminded me of when I would walk these halls with my mom and dad. My mom always wanted to stop at the coffee carts and get her cup of coffee and see who she could talk to about the day. She would begin wearing her Christmas sweaters and long black skirts with her black boots. They always had a little heal, she never liked to wear flats. She'd smile big the whole way we walked and everyone knew Stella. Everyone would stop her and compliment her style and tell her what a wonderful hostess she was at the last party. Everyone would wave "hi" and everyone would want to stop her and talk about the boutique and how they were planning on decorating the church. And then it hits me, I'm walking these halls without my mom. She's not wearing her heals, she's home with my dad. No one from church ever visits her anymore, she sits alone with my dad, Effie, and her very devoted best friend Popi. Sissy and I always come by and bring the kids. She sits in her home that her husband built many years agoand continues to improve. I now walk these halls with my boots on, with a heal, and my red sweater, not stopping at the coffee carts because I don't like their coffee, but saying "hi" to the few that I know and I think to myself, I don't like wearing flats much either.