All month worried about our celebration. When? How? The actual day spent travelling. No time to ourselves. For ourselves.
A moment of clarity in Walmart's mcdonalds (I cringe at that statement but I must be honest) I found the words to voice its importance. So today, December 21st is our day. Gifts in the morning, a special breakfast, the hilarity of lamp decorating last night. It belongs to us. A family tradition carved out. Just he and I. We are a family. Include the animals too. That is what is wanted.