My dad and I have never spent a Christmas apart. He either comes up from Florida, or I "force myself" to take a break from the cold and visit the Sunshine State. This year was different. The weather was uncooperative, his wife, Chris, was too sick to travel, and Mike and I didn't exactly have a house that could host a holiday. Knowing that I was in good hands with Mike and his family, he stayed in Florida and promised to visit soon.
Mike and I did in fact have a wonderful Christmas holiday. Despite not having a functional kitchen, we had a yummy pancake breakfast on Christmas Eve morning. We visited Mike's grandparents and then went to midnight mass with friends Lauren and Dave. We even had the pleasure of sitting in the second row of the church where I had to bite my lip when the priest compared the Christian birth of Jesus to the Philadelphia Eagles' last minute win over the New York Giants- a sermon that I understood, but still found a little strange, probably because I'm a Redskins fan. The next morning, Mike and I cranked up the heat in the sunroom and sat out there in front of our Christmas tree enjoying our coffee and opening presents while it peacefully snowed outside. Quietly celebrating our first Christmas in the privacy of our home really was special. While sitting there, I couldn't help but imagine all of our Christmases to come. Our future holidays may not be so peaceful and quiet, but they will undoubtably be just as special.
Mike and his new car! Well, remote controlled new car. |
Leslie with her new vintage wine label tiles for the kitchen. |
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