I love the holiday season. And I love making it a special time for my kids. But I’ll admit, that each time a holiday rolls around, I get a little sad. It has been 15 years since I have spent any holiday with my side of the family. Now, don’t get me wrong, I adore my husband’s side of the family, but I love my family, too.
My father and his wife are in Wyoming, my mom and her husband are in Minneapolis (recently moved there from Pennsylvania), and my brothers and sisters are in their respective far away cities with their families. Nobody comes here, and it’s hard to financially go to them. So, here we sit.
When I was talking to my dad on the phone the other night, he brought up Christmas, and how it would be nice to have us at his house for a holiday. Guess I’m not the only one who holds this in their heart. I told him that I’m going to make that happen in the next year or two. I feel that it’s imperative for my kids to have special time with my side of the family, not always my husband’s. But, in all reality, I am glad they are here in the city with us. Then we aren’t completely without family!
I’ll close for now, because I better go call my parents, and wake up the kiddos. Happy Thanksgiving guys!