I want to bag up the holidays and put them in my pocket. I want to be able to pull them out on a rainy day or a sad day and laugh all over again. My family is the most fun. They fill up my love tank so much that I don't need anything else. I'm stuffed with family. Not the overstuffed, uncomfortable, make-you-want-to-vomit kind.
No.
The kind that keeps you satisfied like a fine glass of wine.
And the wine this Christmas happened to be vintage. A pricey bottle that we pulled out for an extra special celebration. One that has been sitting on the top shelf collecting dust for years until the big day.
Our family is super close. We have complete open-door policy. And if there is a locked door, Jack knows it needs a key. He will find Pop Pop, demand a key and unlock the door. That's how tight we are.
I've never had any luck getting Jack to pose. Dad insists on an hour of family pictures before opening presents, an agonizing wait while growing up. Ten minutes in and Jack can strike a pose.
We have a new addition to our tradition. Her name is Daniella. She is classy, stylish and smart. And Jeffrey picked her. And we like her.
Jack is big enough to open up his own presents and joins in on all the excitement. He doesn't tear through gift after gift. Oh no. He treasures each and every one. We had to remind him that he had more.
Next Christmas, we'll be adding yet another addition. He will be little. It will be his first Christmas. He will be dressed in his best for the first time in a brand new Christmas outfit. We will be introducing him to family traditions that have been tweaked to perfection and continued forever. His big brother will peel open all his presents. And we will all stand around enjoying another fine bottle of vintage wine.
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