I contemplated spending Christmas Eve with just the little guy and I in our new house. We would’ve just walked over to the old house in the morning and spent the day with rest of the family. I’m glad we didn’t.
In all my 38 years I don’t think I’ve ever spent a Christmas apart from my family. When I was in Japan, they jumped on a plane and came to me. When my sister was in Australia, we met halfway in Portugal.
I couldn’t bring myself to break that tradition this year. And it was only natural that we spend the eve of Christmas as a whole. We gathered in the family room as we ate our dinner and watched ‘Jingle Jangle’ on Netflix. If you haven’t already, please watch this movie. It is pure magnificence.
I feel like I’m cheating because I’m sure I’ve given thanks for my family already, but on this 8th last day of 2020 I give thanks for my family. They bring me tidings of love, comfort and joy and I am incredibly grateful that my little guy has only known the love they shower on him. On us. Counting my blessings. Ase