A lot of people were overwrought with holiday schedules and festivities two weeks ago, but ours was just now. We’re a busy, sometimes over-scheduled clan. We only just recently had the big family dinner and gift exchange. In a way, it’s a lot more convenient. We have a later deadline to plan and shop. We experience fewer crowds, less traffic, and better sales. By the time we’re all together, we’ve had the high of our immediate family celebrations, then the lull that follows, and then we are once again rested up enough to give the best of ourselves.
A day spent at The Palace of Rules means beauty and generosity and well, a bit of formality.
My favorite gift this year was a third-generation heirloom. Can you say wow?
MIL also made my favorite meal she cooks. It’s worthy of its own post, and I’ll give it one someday.
But there was this other thing…this small, but incredibly thoughtful gesture…
Years ago, my MIL gave me this well-worn oversized pink top she didn’t want anymore. She couldn’t believe I wanted it, but I am a total sucker for soft clothes. I wore it until it was threadbare, and sorta obscene, then I reluctantly pitched it.
She gifted me a new oversized pink top. I almost cried, I was so touched.
I love the little things that bring big joy, don’t you?
Time with my loved ones is better than any earthly gift.
It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy, but I so love my table full of family. Let me cook and cook and bake. Let’s laugh and tease and play games and laugh some more. Let us be silly. Let’s laugh and smile until our cheeks and bellies ache. Let’s hug and kiss and tickle and chase until we are exhausted of joy. Let’s wear our new pajamas while we toast the new year. Let us stay up late, and reconnect with long, detailed stories that can only be shared while our feet are tucked into blankets and our hands stroke the soft faces of sleeping children.
That’s the best stuff on earth.
As we sit down to the table, crowded with plates, I declare, “This is my happiness!”
Let my nephews stay here.
Let Simon and I puter, music, and cold coffee all day. Let Moo and Ace play together until they’re as sick of one another as two kids can be, until it’s time to go, when sad goodbyes are said, until we’re all together again.
Let our living room throw up quilts, cords, toys, cookie crumbs, and half-empty cups — It’s such a short and sweet time.
Soon enough it will be time to shampoo the upholstery, clean out the fridge, and wash all the extra linens.
Simon’s sleeping bag and Ace’s sheets lie in wait for their makeshift beds.
Life is fuller when we are all together.
A contact high. But from love.
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