As the earliest morning light streamed through the corners of the shades this morning, I began writing this post in my mind. Wanting to sum up the holidays and describe my feelings of a brand new January.
Humans are brilliant for establishing calenders but even more so for holidays and traditions. For it is the guaranteed passing of days in anticipation of holidays and associated traditions that makes memories.
No photo captures the warm fuzzy feelings that bubble out of me as my family sits around the kitchen table playing cards. Or the spontaneous jam session of voices, hands, tapping feet and clinking glasses as we listen to a jug band Christmas station on Pandora. I couldn't capture with a lens the swell of love I feel for my mother as I watch her roll sheet after sheet of cookie dough out for my girls to decorate with sprinkles. Or the sigh of reluctant acceptance of a rainy, rainy December causing more muddy dog feet wiping than hot tub soaking.
|More strips cut for more scrappy trip around the world blocks.|
And attempt to vacuum up the last sparkle of holiday glitter. My how that stuff has a way of avoiding a broom, mop or vacuum.