gifts

I love this picture of my dad and me. I think I was in sixth grade. I'm happy I scheduled these posts for the next few days, thinking I would be at my sister's now. Most of my holiday cheer has been sapped right out of me. Hopefully some will return tomorrow. Being three instead of six last year just seemed like a blip and I easily shook it off. Two years in a row isn't as easy to shrug my shoulders at, especially since we don't see each other that often. I've learned a valuable lesson this season: always, always have a backup plan. Which I do because my parents are close, and I'm thankful for that. I'll spend the next two days with them. I was hoping to shake up our Christmas Day a bit and go to a movie. Just to get mom and me out of the house and around others. I'm not holding tightly to that idea anymore. It sounds like traveling around will be pretty difficult. Wait and see I guess. I'm eagerly looking forward to December 26, and similarly, January 1.

And I'm grateful I'm not trapped in a snowy ditch, or airport, or that we're seperated because we don't get along. I think watching the Grinch right now will help my mood a bit!

The highlight of my day was receiving greetings from my Ireland trip friends in Austraila and Chicago. Email is a wonderful thing.