Down in Pennsylvania for the holidays–driving in with S. and first getting dropped off at my sister’s place mid-evening. The explosion of niece and nephew into your arms when you first get through the door? Nothing more warming that that– love it. Sister and brother-in-law cooking up the full breakfast the next morning (some kind of incredible homemade sticky buns and full plates of bacon, eggs and cantaloupe), joined by parents–quickly shedding winter jackets and arms spread out for grandchildren–and friend C. with an unexpectedly prolonged, and welcome, visit from Paris.
Early afternoon heading to S.’s mom’s house and the smells of cinnamon candles, decked-out little tree in the corner and gifts settled around. Fireplace lit, a holiday season CD popped in, and then happily building the pile of discarded wrapping paper as gifts are unwrapped.
Only thing missing? Maybe that hidden gift of the Red Rider BB gun behind the bookshelf hutch… but not much else.
Happy holidays!
A Holiday Season
Down in Pennsylvania for the holidays–driving in with S. and first getting dropped off at my sister’s place mid-evening. The explosion of niece and nephew into your arms when you first get through the door? Nothing more warming that that– love it. Sister and brother-in-law cooking up the full breakfast the next morning (some kind of incredible homemade sticky buns and full plates of bacon, eggs and cantaloupe), joined by parents–quickly shedding winter jackets and arms spread out for grandchildren–and friend C. with an unexpectedly prolonged, and welcome, visit from Paris.
Early afternoon heading to S.’s mom’s house and the smells of cinnamon candles, decked-out little tree in the corner and gifts settled around. Fireplace lit, a holiday season CD popped in, and then happily building the pile of discarded wrapping paper as gifts are unwrapped.
Only thing missing? Maybe that hidden gift of the Red Rider BB gun behind the bookshelf hutch… but not much else.
Happy holidays!