December 20, 2013
For many years I have had the entire family over for Christmas dinner. Depending on the year the numbers have ranged from 16 to 35, hungry, excited adults and little ones. This year the numbers will be somewhere in between.
I used to try to do it all, and be everything to everyone, but somewhere along the way I realized that it wasn’t about me, it was about us. It wasn’t about the gifts; it was about the gift of time together. It wasn’t about a perfect dinner; it was about the laughs when things weren’t so perfect. It wasn’t just about the ones that gathered together for Christmas, it was also about thinking of those that were not with us. It is not just the season of giving; it is also the season of being thankful.
More than anything, I am thankful for the magical moments with loved ones and truly appreciate every seemingly imperfect moment, knowing the magic is in the making of a story, adding to the fabric of our family life.
So, here’s to the first, and our only, year of the “Turduckin” that took three more hours to cook than planned, the over-consumption of chocolate by the two-year-old with less than pleasant results, the guests that showed up two hours early, and those that were two hours late, and to the many other imperfect moments that made many magical and perfect Christmases.
Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy the magical and imperfect moments of the Holiday Season.