My belly is still full, the gift boxes are not entirely unpacked, the tree stands proud (and will remain so until the first week of January), and there are A LOT of leftovers in the kitchen. Santa was very generous this year, hooking me up with some workout clothes, a Himalayan sea salt lamp, slippers, sweaters, and moolah (always appreciated). It was nice to have my brother home this year for the holiday and I loved catching up with him and his girlfriend over lunch—they live in Miami now and trips back to New York are too short, but always filled with laughter and happiness.
It’s funny. I always thought that my brother and I were as different as two people could possibly be, but the older I get, the more I realize that’s simply not the case at all. A friendship when we were younger was near impossible—I was three years his senior and we shared a room for way too many years (if we did it, so can kids these days!). Though we didn’t always get along during those angst-filled childhood years, we’re friends now. There is a special bond that comes with growing up in the same house—no one else can quite understand just how incredibly eccentric the family dynamic really is.
Bryan and I met my family at church and then stuffed ourselves silly on Christmas Eve only to wake up early Christmas morning and do it all over again with Bryan’s family (minus the church part). We helped hatch a Hatchimal (a modern day Furby, if you ask me) and attempted to understand the toys that make kids happy these days. Without any children in my family, it’s nice to see how excited the kiddos get for Christmas and Santa.
This is a bit rambly today, I apologize. This season tends to make me very pensive. Or maybe it’s just spending so much time with family. Do you ever get that way, too?
How was your holiday, and what did you do?