Our Christmas.

Our Christmas was mostly wonderful.  I don't know about you, but sometimes I fall victim to the idea that holidays are supposed to be something they are not.  There is a lot of anticipation, excitement and pressure that comes with Christmas.  I love giving gifts to the people I love, and being in those small moments of a huge day.  But let's face it.  Holidays aren't perfect and our loved ones aren't perfect.  A five year old is not going to appreciate all of his gifts no matter how cool they are.  My almost teenager is going to prefer anything video game related and disappear into the void of his prepubescent lair.  My relationship with my mother is not going to miraculously change into something it is not, and my husband is only going to tolerate my uptight  (and frankly, bitchy) attitude for so long.  This is the reality of our house during the holidays.

After taking a moment and realizing that I needed to make peace with all of that, I also realized that it would be weird if everybody morphed into the perfect family for a day.  I love these people most in the world, and these very characteristics make our family what it is. A somewhat dysfunctional group of strong personalities who love each other A LOT.

After this realization all expectations were let loose and we had a wonderful day together.  Truly. Giggles, inappropriate behavior, bickering, video games and all.  I wouldn't want it any other way.