Over the last decade, my parents have invited the grandchildren over to decorate their revolving, sparkling Martha Stewart Christmas tree. This weekend was no exception. We arrived to a bare tree and boxes of bows, balls, and ornaments, and by the end of the night, the tree is decked out from head to toe. I love that they have favourite ornaments to hang, and they feel just as close to the ornaments with which my sister and I grew up coveting. My favourite ornaments are the cream embroidered and stuffed stars that my mum made one year when I was in high school. I also especially love the crystal beaded icicles that my sister, my mum and I slaved over for an entire afternoon so many years ago. Maybe 25 years ago? And now our children squeal when they pull out an icicle or the ceramic sled with all of their names written on it. It's gold!
And then my mum makes a big dinner worthy of Christmas day. This year was roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes, baby carrots, corn and dinner rolls. I brought pie and ice cream and cookies. We ate until we were stuffed. Naturally the board games were dragged out, and we ended up playing Apples to Apples. My throat was killing me by the end of the night from all the screaming, laughing and joking around. It was CRAZY fun. I was in tears. And everyone except the two little girls played - they took advantage of this time by moving every piece of my parents' furniture in the basement and building the biggest fort ever made.
We had such a great time that we rolled up into our driveway well after midnight!
Clearly, this is happiness. I am so grateful that I have my family, and we enjoy each other's company. I am ever so thankful for our good health and good fortune. I have everything I need.