Holidays

It is always bittersweet.  The holidays are built up in our minds to be the best time of the year.  And, because the bar is set too high it often falls flat when we are right smack in the middle of it. Yet, if you can be happy in the moment then these will be the holidays you look back on and say "Those were the good days." Memory has the ability to gloss over the brown spots of any holiday season.  I love my family very much. Yet, I say this with a big sigh. Every time I arrive home I feel true happiness and pending anxiety.  Having a mother with depression leaves me with this sense of having to be the adult when she is not able to.  This dilemma can tarnish my holidays.  Yet when I count up the days spent at home and place them on the scales they weigh more positively. Sitting in my little gnome apartment now I miss my parents dearly, particularly my dad. But given the opportunity to return there this instant, I would hesitate.  It is not because I don't love them but rather because being home can be a chore while it is also a joy and I need a break from that push and pull for now. I send so much love, support, and kisses home to my beloved family.

 Christmas Card Shot

 Wedding Ornament

 Antecedent

 Birthday

 Snuggles & Snores

Return Dinner