This year marked a change in the familial Christmas celebrations. We met at a different place, ate different food, and celebrated with new family members. There has been a slow evolution with my family and the progression is most easily noted around the holidays- the one time of the year where most all members make time for one another. The concrete memories I have of my family which I came to collect in the formative years of my life (family members of the immediate and extended variety) are the standard by which I measure all other holidays gatherings. Each year is always a little different than the last. At one time I used to really frown upon changes etc but with maturity and age has come a personal resignation to except things for the way that they are. It is much easier to delight in the moment when your focus is on the way things are as opposed to the way you want them to be.
This holiday season I was almost moved to tears when I took time in the quiet moments to simply think about how much love I have for my family. It is impossible for me to image living a life without their pressence in my heart. I love you. I love you. I love You.
