The day is chaotic the moment I open my eyes. There is always something to do and that still needs to be done. There are conversations and activities and I want to take part in them all. There are hurt feelings I want to smooth over, worries I want to ease, laughter I want to join in, and more chats I want to have. I can’t seem to get enough chats in. I want to catch up. This is what I’ve been doing. This happened. This is what I want for the future. What have you been doing? What do you want? How can we stay this connected? This in-touch.
The nephews and I invent Hockey Golf. Then we invent Hockey Golf Baseball. Rules and points are decided. Champions emerge.
The food is a constant. Making it. Eating it. Cleaning it up. The cycle doesn’t end until it is dark and we are all drooping. Even then, something is always left to the next day. We can’t fit it all in.
Presents are unwrapped. Joy! Disappointment! Kids will tell you everything. “This was only a book.” “I’m so happy!”
The lighting is soft and colorful. As the day wanes, we adults are more affectionate as we recognize the preciousness of these moments. We don’t get to do this often. We may never get to do it again. Not with everyone who is here now.
The day ends as it should. By conquering countries and waging battle with dice. I shall have Asia.
Happy holidays everyone. May your days contain precious moments that you can cherish forever.