Of course this is making major assumptions, a) my girls will stay close to home as they mature and b) they will WANT to come home. My family never strayed too far from home. We move as a pack. I live only 2 miles from my parents, my sister is about 30 minutes and my brother about 45 min away from home base. This geographical closeness has allowed certain traditions, like Sunday dinner at my parent’s, to continue for years. While we may not meet up every week, we can count on at least one or two dinners a month. I don’t have to rely on Facebook or Instagram to watch my nieces and nephews grow, they grow and mature in front of me, where I can appreciate every stage they go through alongside my own girls.
This Christmas I have come to realize that my girls are no longer the little towheads that would come waddling down the stairs in their footed sleeper pjs dragging a blanket and their favorite stuffed animals eager to see what Santa brought. Now they leap out of bed, pound the stairs in a rush to see the gifts and open their stockings. They now help build the fire and stir the hot cocoa. In true spirit of not only Christmas but of sisterhood, their favorite gifts are usually not those left under the tree, but those that they give each other. It does my heart proud each and every year.
I look back on the memories my family has made over the years, and there have been many. So many that they fill countless scrapbooks and photo albums that line my bookshelves. Our family history. The good, the bad and the funny. Every holiday we add new chapter to the story. This Christmas has been filled with love and laughter. From the baking to the music to the movies and the books. We have taken time to slow down and appreciate the love we share.
Now it is time to celebrate. The last few moments before the celebration. The anticipation. The joyous festivities. I know that I look on with love and admiration at these young people racing towards adulthood, finding their footing along the way. I am so proud to share their journey.